Bran finally managed to get some sleep, feeling slightly better with the fact that there were more people and the wine shop seemed fairly safe. Besides, it wasn't like he had to stay awake to watch Lotte, since she was in an entirely different room. So he'd eaten, and he tried to wash up as much as possible - which wasn't much - but awoke early the next morning anyway.
He met Lotte halfway up the stairs, arriving just in time to see her drop onto one of the steps. She hated him, yes; but concern overrode his restraint and he couldn't help but move towards her, stopping about two steps away. "Are you alright?"