I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm...
[Curled in a ball, Del is very securely wedged into a nook in the outer walls o the castle. After
this event she didn't know what to do. Hands clamped over her ears, she's sniffling as she babbles to herself.
Her journal was dropped further down the path around the castle, all of her words muffled by the distance and her covering her face with her hands.]
Don't call me that, I... I'm not...
((ooc: Okay, feel free to see her. Any journal responses will come much later, but she'll probably respond in person. I need to head to work soon, just wanted to get this up ♥))