Delia watched her with a curious expression, her entire demeanor serving to throw the girl off a bit. She just seemed so... peaceful. It was unlike anything Delia had ever really experienced before. She wasn't sure she liked it all that much, either.
Still, even if she was uncertain about this newcomer, Atticus seemed to like her well enough. He wasn't snarling, growling, or trying to attack her. In fact, if he were an actual dog with real dog tendencies, Delia thought he would almost be wagging his tail and possibly licking the woman in the face. Yet another thing she wasn't sure if she liked or not: her pet getting along better with someone else.
"No," she answered honestly as she absently rubbed Atticus behind his ears. "I don't know about anyone in my family, really. Not my real one, anyway." Her gaze went to the ground for a second and she exhaled a large puff of air, trying her best to put on the brave face that normally came to easy to her but was failing her now that Alexander wasn't there. She felt as though she were missing part of herself and it hurt. The pain was, perhaps, the most foreign thing of all for the girl.
"He's really gone back to where the older me is?" she questioned after a second, her dark eyes cutting almost shyly to Elaine. "You're not just saying that?"