Jareth had shut the door softly behind them when they'd entered the room, and while Lila had been rubbing her back, he'd done a quick sweep of the room to make sure anything dangerous was out of reach. The only thing he'd left were three pills on top of her nightstand, which Lila assumed couldn't be dangerous if Jar had left them there. He then gave Dela options about how to proceed: having them listen, him to play her guitar so she could sing or pig around ordering room service. Had it been Lila on a bad day, she'd jump at that last chance without hesitation. Food, especially sweets, made her feel instantly better.

Adelisa slowly removed her face from the pillow and looked up at them, deciding to open up and talk to them. Lila listened sympathetically as Adelisa confessed to Jareth the exact reason about why her and Grant had broken up. That was pretty much the reason why Lila couldn't stand the guy, and was only civil to him out of love for Dela. When Dela was done with her story, Jar had been so sweet to her that Lila felt like her love for him had grown. Jar could be a prick sometimes, but he had a sweet, kind heart behind even after all the hell he'd gone through. [i]I'm so grateful to call you mine,[/i] Lila thought as she gave him a loving look.

Delilah's attention was brought back to Dela when her best friend almost scoffed. She went off to further confess to Jar her biggest insecurities. Lila took that as a good sign: Dela was slowly letting go of all the poison that had been killing her for so long. She leaned her head onto Lila's shoulder, and Lila wrapped her arms around her, showing her just how much she loved and cared for her. Then Dela talked about how she basically thought of herself as a push-over, and even threw some jabs at Lila, making her feel guilty for some of her actions. Dela hugged Lila, and Lila kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I've ever made you feel that way, Dela," she said gently, now stroking a lock of Dela's hair. She'd promised to Jar that she wouldn't talk, but Lila felt it was right to. "I'm sorry about your guitar, I'm sorry about what I said in the bar, and I'm sorry if I've ever done anything else to hurt you in the course of or friendship, even if I didn't realize it. Jar's right, though: you are beautiful, it's Grant’s loss to not be with you anymore, you deserve someone who wants to show you off to the world, and you’re destined for much greater things."