For a moment as they walked, Delia was quiet and contemplative. There was something there inside her. She had the capacity for some kind of feeling. Even if it wasn't the same as other people, it was there. Finally she looked over at the other woman and even smiled. "That is more than I had before, thank you." No one had really challenged her before, because they generally just viewed her as someone who was a servant. And no one paid much attention to what she was other than the entertainment aspect. Perhaps she really was capable of much more than she thought.
Anyone that might have challenged her before, had longed since died or never got the chance to do much of that. She no longer had anyone that was related to her creator, which put her at such odds. No connection to who she was and where she came from. Just a woman who looked vaguely like a daughter that someone had lost a long long time ago.
She nodded her head, "I do not know if I have the rhythm or dancing, but that would be nice one day." It was another thing that she'd never tried. "I have no one. And nowhere to go. The only jobs that I am able to do are servant jobs, and I have been doing those.. much longer than I have been doing this. This was a step up from that. I do not know what I would do away from here."