"Stabbed, better" became her private slogan, not bitter, not boastful—an acceptance that violence had rewritten a page but not the whole book. Friends noticed differences: Dalila had fewer small talk conversations and more deliberate silences; she cut away obligations that frayed her. She forgave in ways that surprised others—sometimes a look, sometimes a returned loaf of bread to someone who needed it more than blame. Her compassion was no longer an unmeasured overflow but a shape she trimmed to fit real need.