Davina nodded again. It had meant a lot to her. She had always imagined that Tim would be her first kiss but... She looked down again, guiltily, as though she'd done something bad. She didn't like thinking about Tim - not when she was here, feeling this mixed up and confused over Kol. It made her feel like she was betraying his memory somehow. She had loved Tim. She had loved him since they'd been children. He had been her best friend, her companion, her melody, but now he was dead - because of Klaus - and she had moved on. She had moved on. That made her feel worse than anything else. Even while she'd been planning to avenge Tim's death, she'd been falling for someone else. What kind of person did that make her?
"Right before I came here," Davina confirmed as she picked the spatula out of her coffee and lifted the cup to her lips - the lips Kol had kissed, by the way - to take a sip of the tolerably hot liquid. Placing the cup back down, she looked back up at Cami, her sadness and frustration clear in her gaze. "Since I've been here, I haven't even seen him."