As usual, Delilah is keeping herself warm around a fire she had recently lit, not exactly sure what to do now that she can’t casually fight like she could in the Nether. The day is calm, the town is quiet, and it’s honestly quite nice.

Her tail flicks behind her in boredom as she watches the flames, though she eventually stands and decides to practice her fighting skills on a nearby tree. She moves around it swiftly, taking the occasional moment to attack with her claws - it’s not like her to use her sword, it feels unnatural.