Delirium could be...well, flighty was a fair description. But she looked after her own. She liked Jeanette and Therese. They were nice. They were hers. And Death's. Death was her favourite sibling, after Destruction. She wondered if he'd show up. Of course he would. They were entwined, even if he had forsaken his mantle. She would come into the mind, and then Destruction would follow. And then Death would clean up the pieces.
But that was all seriousness, and she didn't feel very serious today. She was sitting in a tree, talking to a squirrel, though it didn't talk back like Barnabas did. She missed her dog, though Madame Plippy Skippy McSnickerdoodle was a very nice kitty indeed. She was also watching Jeanette.
When Death came over, she swung down so that she was hanging upside down from one of the tree's branches. "Hello Sister-Death," she said with a cheerful grin. Her hair was a pinkish purple today. "Hello Jeanette."