Lotte didn’t even blink when Bran showed. His concern surprised her more than his arrival – she wasn’t sure if the fact that he kept an eye on her at all times was because of Erik or himself. Nor was she sure if she wanted to. She winced as the aching increased, managing a slight shake of the head, as James’ inquiring joined in.
“It’s like before.” She kept her head down between her knees, before taking a deep breath, her voice just over a whisper. “Why?”