Del was never going to trust the party, would he? At least, he'd never show it. If anything, the more you helped him, the more reserved he got, cold even to "Lady" Junah. His fever was starting to fade, and his injury heal over, but still he ignored your gentle knocking. Until today, when Basilio insisted some contact with someone else would be useful. "Git, now won't ya? Just let me be." He huffed.