Delirium arched a brow, looking up at Dustfinger with a dubious sort of expression. "That's not what he says." She let the marten go, and watched it scurry up Dustfinger's body to hide around his neck.
"I found him in my pockets. Why'd you lie?" He tone wasn't accusational, as much as curious. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a bright blue dart frog, running her finger along its back. "Nothing wrong with having friends," Her hair turned blue to match her own little friend, as she cooed happily at him.