A New Day
"Well, the song of the blackbird is mighty clear on a mornin' such as this/And all those useless pains and fears, those things that I won't miss" - William Elliott Whitmore, "Dry"
Morning comes after an uneventful night. It was the first time in quite awhile the party has slept under the open sky without hearing the sound of distant thunder or even seeing a cloud in the sky; Dalvar has finished his morning studies a little after sunrise, just in time to join the others for breakfast.
Perhaps he never ventured very far afield or maybe he can just smell the other beasts the party has rescued from the Keep but Puck eventually finds his way up the hill to join the Heroes just as the sun is coming up over the hills.
There wasn't any more sight or sound of Raphael or anything else, for that matter, emerging from the Keep after the great hall experienced whatever calamity caused the structural damage. For all the party he knows, he was sucked into some netherrealm between this world and the next, devoured by fiends, or finds himself otherwise indisposed. There must be a compelling reason for him not to have rejoined the others if he had succeeded in performing his exorcism.