Gareth stood behind the women as they recollected the recent string of events to the guard. "I'm a squire for the Order of the Thistle, and we were ambushed in my quarters." He frowned. "We ran as fast as we could." His voice was morose and low, and he looked at the ground with his last sentence. The hall was still and silent, and it was untidy as ever, this being immediately apparent as Harker entered behind Eva and Sophia. Quietly he gave the princess a gentle pat and a rub on the back to reassure her that she would be alright, even though he himself was uncertain of that.