Harker looked up with his ghastly face, finished crying but still with a shaky voice. "No." He stifled, his voice wobbly. Despite his anxieties, he, trusting the man before him based on his attitude, reached up and grabbed Wallace's hand, appreciating the leverage in helping him stand. Gareth fixed his attire and coughed. "Mm... Thank you..." The half-elf appeared rustled by prior happenings, his face grim and pallid and his eyes, which he rubbed, looking dead and reddened by salty tears; it was no mystery, the events of before would leave anyone crestfallen.