"Yes, let's go inside." Gareth followed the two, and he returned its bow to its original position on his back. With his hand, he wiped some blood and sweat off his face, and he sighed deeply. Desperately he hoped things would've calmed a little bit more by then, after much of the chaos seemed gone, or at least, tucked under the rug. Harker fixed his clothes again, as if their cleanliness could distract from his distraught face, covered in a few thin scratches made by glass and a thin, now-drying layer of sweat. The third hand in all of the troubles had made its move, and it didn't appear as much would happen going into the rest of the night, beyond the typical feud between the palace guard, the regency, and the Order knights.