Her hand moved back to her lap as he got up, her head still tilted to the side. The internal paranoia that could never truly be shut off went again - did she do something wrong that he was leaving already? She hadn't gone and angered another person when she'd tried to help, right? Lotte bit her lip, before making a small guess.
"I won't tell anyone you're here. So no one bothers you next time." Except he'd come to her, hadn't he? Her lip was chewed on for a moment, before she added, out of habit, "Sorry."