Her arms slack so she can set her hands on his chest. He's real, present. Getting holed up in a room with Darin for so long, Cecelia could easily be convinced she'd just let herself slip into a dream to avoid facing painful realities. This helps. At least reality isn't continued torture.

At mention of cataloguing, she smiles faintly, but the expression falls to concern.

"The town...you mean, the desert. There's no sign of it, even from the higher floors, is there."