Gareth knelt by Sophia, and he put an arm around her. "Please, my lady." He exchanged a worn glance with Eva. "Sophia, we must find other lodgings." He turned an eye to the bloody display, and Sophia and Eva were obviously and unfortunately correct about the deaths of the other servants. No bodies, only blood, as with Jezin, probably. He cursed fate for what was happening, for bringing all of these people to their ends. "Please, dear gods, raise our dead to the heavens." Harker blessed the people who passed with his wishes for their wellness in the afterlife, there on his knees, before he brought himself to stand. They had to move on and find somewhere else to sleep; the group couldn't sleep with the stench of death in the air. It seemed though that nowhere was safe.