Thank goodness for Diluc: Had he not first extended his hand to her all those months ago, perhaps Cecelia would've never felt compelled to reach out to anyone in her fear. As it stands, she only hesitates for a heartbeat before unfolding her hands and setting one in his, squeezing at his fingers to take what reassurance she feels warranted to.

"Oh, good," she exhales, her smile pulling a bit more before her lip quivers a bit. "I, ah, had a thought...you'd maybe be exhausted of the very notion of me, considering--"