Gareth shook his head. "Yes, I'm sure." He sighed heavily, and he looked around the room inactively. If nothing else, their lodgings were just about ready, with some minor preparations needed beyond but basically complete. Within good time, Harker could be laying in a cot and getting somewhat decent rest. He shivered, though, the image of the Taggerung scarring his mind, and he couldn't shake it from his head. Not yet, at least, not when he'd seen the aftermaths of its murders. He tapped his foot under the table, which might've made him seem impatient despite its merely being a tactic to keep him awake. 'Come on, come on...'