Gareth equipped his weapons, bow and quiver on his back and all, and he used his hand to mimic a comb and part his hair to the left. He followed Sophia downstairs, with less grace and more trembling feet on the stairs, cuts on his face from the night before partially healed but not faded. He covered his mouth with his fingertips while Sophia flagged down the bartender and he kept quiet, him taking a backseat now in the group's actions. Taking his hand off of his face and patting his trousers somewhat idly, he shyly glanced at Eva and weakly smiled, before he turned his gaze away and stared about the floor and his feet, his teeth biting his lip.