Gareth sat himself in a chair next to Sophia, and he reclined on it, the muscles in his back and in his leg aching from all of the swift maneuvering they did while trying to escape. He found them acting more like outlaws than anything else, and suddenly he didn't feel so safe being a squire. The deformed appearance of the man who assaulted them haunted Gareth, and it wasn't easily shaken from memory taking in account how much fear it struck in those who saw it. He was almost certain Sophia couldn't forget that [i]whatever it was[/i] from her head either. When she snuck a glance at him, his trained eyes caught it and blinked slowly at her to acknowledge what little her eyes could tell him. Understandably he'd be caught up in whatever power struggle was going on at that point in time, but being a neutral party, being a boy who didn't cared about having any of the power in the world, he couldn't put himself on a side. Harker hated what happened to him that pushed him into his current position, yet he couldn't undo what had already been done. Then it was just a matter of trying to live while prioritizing the safety of others and going along with the flow of things.