Though panic was another emotion that was probably not in her wheelhouse, she did feel a slight relief in recognizing that it was probably a good thing that she didn't have a heart or blood, when next to a vampire. A part of her did wonder what it might feel like to have someone bite her, or if she would feel anything at all.
"It is good to know that you are no longer a decoration." Because that's all they were. Both of them. The difference was that Delia was a walking and talking one. She performed, like a little monkey, on a stage. She stood there, letting Severina's hands take a hold of her and lift her arms up just so. Yes. The hollow bones but gold and clay tended to balance her out, as far as weight went, but ultimately she was lighter than most.
Turning her to make sure that no one was around and listening, Delia nodded her head. "An alchemist. A long time ago. He made me out of death and ravens, along with some other things. I don't.. I've never really known what to call myself. He always said I was a creation, but that hardly fits."