Gareth took his head up from the table and stared straight at the front of the room; he covered his mouth with his hand as he watched Thomas give testimony through dampened sea-colored eyes. Part of the testimony Thomas contained what sounded like folly and contrived details. A grown man of Thomas' stature couldn't simply think that slamming someone's head against a wall with full force would just knock a person out, no, for something of that animalistic instinct to fight couldn't be that harmless. Furthermore, in Gareth's focus of that particular detail, he wouldn't think someone could die from [i]one[/i] hit to the wall. There had to be more damage done. Harker shuddered in his chair. In the midst of his sorrow, Thomas took the path of arrogance. If the man sought her interrogation while he was off-duty, Gareth believed Sir Morgan should've talked to Sir Redwyne about it, but it seemed Thomas was too trustworthy of Lexine and too cocky to follow what was standard practice among every respectable knighthood. Even someone without any kind of expertise could deduce that. But Gareth knew he had to restrain himself and hold back his tears. If the teary-eyed boy shouted anything about what he surmised to be true, then he would be getting out of line.