The climate was more tropical than home, but part of her was glad to be back in the warm weather. The seemingly constant coldness of Boston would run her down quickly, especially in the wintertime. But, like Belle, she thought the island was far from the "paradise" the commissioner had described it as in his message. She'd trade a real paradise in a heartbeat if it meant she could go home.
"An explorer! Sounds lovely. And dangerous." Delia shuddered ever so slightly. "I'm a fraidy-cat when it comes to exploring. I much prefer to stay in my ivory tower with my books, where it's safe." Books had long been Delia's last refuge, so it was no surprise that she still felt safest when she was reading them.