Death smiled, and she couldn't resist tilting her head into the fingers on her cheek. She was always a fan of human touch, and felt like her siblings didn't get enough of it sometimes. Except Desire sometimes had too much, but it wasn't always the same.

"We've met before, but don't worry about it too much, hun. No one ever remembers meeting me. And that's okay!" Says cheerfully. There wasn't much that got her down these days, always trying to cheer people up. She shook her head, black hair flying.

"I'm Death. You can call me Didi if you like that better, though. I've gone by so many different names over the years."