Bran only glanced back at James for a second, watching her disappear around the corner before turning back. When it came to gathering food or defending Lotte from angry Frenchmen, he thought himself fairly capable, but sickness couldn't be threatened or killed. Aside from giving her water and having her rest, he really had no idea what to do. Healthcare was nonexistent in the 1700s, wasn't it?
He watched warily as she pulled herself to her feet, taking a step back to be better prepared to catch her if she fell. "Are you sure you should be standing? You don't--" Before he could even finish his sentence she'd closed her eyes and fallen towards him, but as he lunged forward to stop her fall he found there was nothing there but empty air.
Lotte had vanished.
He stood still for a moment before Erik began to yell. Where is she? What happened? She disappeared - WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? If she was sent somewhere else, Bran, you must find her! The girl cannot protect herself, nor can Christine! Bran winced, asking if he could please lower the volume for a minute so he could think. Frantically his gaze slid over the stairs, but she just... wasn't there anymore. "Lotte? Lotte, can you hear me?" He raced up the stairs and searched the upper floors before turning right back around and descending them. "James!" He didn't really want to call her, but she was Lotte's friend and this was no time for petty grudges. "Lotte's gone!"