He takes a moment to close his eyes, let himself, for an instant, drift to someplace where the only thing he can feel is that gentle touch, that soft caress, unladen with fear and worry and fear. A few seconds of bliss, before he sighs wearily and, begrudgingly, brings himself back to the not-so-pleasent reality to nod in agreement at Dahlia's question.

"Yeah. You can't see where you're going at all, even with a flashlight." Phoenix backs away from her completely, hands, no longer having a home, retreating back into his pockets as he glances around for a suitable place to pitch camp. Maybe near that batch of trees a little ways away? He could have sworn he saw them move, though...