"It's rather hard not to, where I am from. People die, it's an everyday part of life. I don't think anybody back home understands, not really, why I can't pick up and move on." Delilah pulled her cloak out of the closet and slipped it on, pausing a moment as she buttoned it. "To be truthful, I don't really know either. By all rights, I should be able to. If everyone else can and has with their own lives and losses, then maybe I'm just weak." She looked at Elsa with a forced, rueful smile. "I'm trying, though. I really am."
Sigh. "Well, I mustn't keep her waiting." Delilah took Elsa's hand.