Death picked up on the slightest of prickles from Delirium's direction. It made sense. Mortals tended to either be drawn to her or fear her. She didn't let it bother her.
"Let's go, then." Death offered her siblings her hands. She stood between them. "I know a great waffle place not far from here."
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