"Davin?" Raleigh has gone off to mingle about the room, and Corry sips a mug of warm cider, looking for a friendly face. The one she finds may not yet be a friend, but she has not seen him since the cave and its great to see him looking far less - well, how they all looked. Desperate and desolate and barely clinging to hope.

"It's Davin, right?" She shines a smile his way, tipping her mug to him. "Merry Christmas."