[Okay, child. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Sieghart sits up against the wall between the carving and the splinting, taking small sips of the plum wine the while.]

I did. I was supposed to transport the head.

[He points his wrapped hand at the drawers and chest.]

There are clothes and travel papers in here. We're probably meant to assume fake identities. Have you cleaned up?

[In other words, he would like to know if there's something he can help address before they move onto the next step.]