Lotte didn't meet Bran's eyes when he spoke, simply nodding with a tight expression. Saying she didn't feel that hungry would be a lie - but she restrained herself, enough to not reach forwards. Instead she looked to James, giving her a once-over to make sure she was alright and suspecting something as James moved close to Bran.
God, she hated it when people did that. Never mind that she'd done the same in front of Bran a short while ago.
She swallowed, trying to hide stop the feeling of panic. "Can I help carry? How far is that place you talked about from here?" She didn’t want to feel more useless then she already did. All she’d managed to do was dig through some cabinets the day before – otherwise, she got herself taken by a mob or fell on her face.