Avan follows behind, also on high alert. Or maybe more accurately, actually on high alert instead of just being high-strung. The shadows are moving around a lot because of Popp's Frizz, but he doesn't see anything physical moving. He'll have to figure out how the devourer got in in the first place. Did it squeeze down the chimney? That would be a problem; they can't exactly go without using the fireplace, not in this weather. Extinguish the fire early and block the chimney at night, maybe? It'll be cold, but cold is better than this again.

A shot of nectar and Avan at least feels better equipped to fight another one if he has to. And thus better equipped to relax, at least outwardly. To this end, he flops over the counter and lets out a nervous laugh. "I really hope I don't have to fight another one of those any time soon!"