Gareth smiled at Thomas in reply and his hand gestured in the direction of the tent. "Ah, yes, Sophia." He tipped his head to her. "Good to see you. I hope you don't mind me slipping away, though. I will return in time for the melee!" He rushed his explanation, then dashed off for the tent, with a grin on his soft features. When he made it there, Thomas had yet to arrive, thus he waited, still smiling as he bounced on his heels with his hands clasped behind his back. They had time to speak before the melee, he hoped.