Just the fact that James was here was enough to make Lotte tear up again. It was out of relief though, rather than signs of a breakdown. She squeezed her tightly, not wanting to pull back when James did. Looking up, to see how James was - she'd only been concerned with the familiar walk and face when she saw her moments prior.
"Three days? I think this is the third day?" She gave a slightly sheepish smile. As a whole, she looked paler than normal, nearly at Christine's unhealthy shade. Her arms and legs were scratched and scabbed, while a few bruises were at her elbows when carried off by the mob. The large bump on the back of her head was mostly hidden by loose hair, but that was the worst of her injuries. "I've been-" It was the time to lie, but she didn't want to - even as Christine said she had to, otherwise Bran or Erik would get angry behind them. "I'm alive?" she offered, tears welling up again. "Are you alright?"
She bit her lip, before glancing back over her shoulder to where Bran was. James still thought he was alright, Lotte realized and she leaned forward to give James another hug, at Christine's urging. Whispering in her ear she said in a rush, "You can't trust Bran." She pulled back with a sheepish smile, heart thudding wildly.