[ As soon as the broadcast ends, the ground where they are begins to fill with mist. Pouring up out of the air, so thick it can hardly been seen. Deliria's not in an alright place. Not fully. Half of her is being ripped apart over and over again with what the The Serpent is doing.
So she doesn't form a body, not really. Because those bodies are hers, hers to play with, hers to fix, hers to drag the songs from their souls and make herself strong again. They cannot touch them, she's sure of that much.
Because whatever they were about to do, she was sure, would not be the warmth of her songs and souls were not made of such things. So all at once, more serious than she was usually, her voice loud and demanding as it echoed, her songs screeching behind it loudly in utter discordance. She knew how to fight in the end, as much as her siblings did. ]