Still as a statue indeed, for Godric knew he would not find any peace of thought to sleep this night. He was still angry, still ready to jump and take real action, to make good on his threats, no matter what consequences he might bring upon himself because of them. He did not care. Helena was as good as his own child, she was his family, and to think that the Baron yet drew free breath while she cowered away in the castle made his blood boil.
But he would stay awake the night, sit perched atop the staircase facing the entrance doors, and keep vigilant. He did not think the child would be fool enough to try and sneak in to the castle, but he would not take that chance. William had already proven himself to be unworthy of trust, and the memory of coming home from Uppsala to find Helena murdered by this bastard's hand -- no, there would be no reprieve from Godric's anger, no rest for his vengeance.
Godric did not notice the roughness in Rowena's voice, or if he did, it did not matter or bother him. "A time turner," he replied sarcastically, "so I could find the Baron before he announced his unwelcome presence, and kill him before he became a problem." He spun a small dagger in his hand, mostly, like Rowena, because some kind of movement helped him release some of the frustration and energy inside of him. "He has no place here."