Lotte managed a sad smile as he took it, before exhaling. It did make her feel slightly better - lighter. But she wasn't going to do anything else now. "Goodbye Bran." There was a beat where she looked away to the building and then back to him, chin rising. "And good luck for you too."
She turned then, forcing herself to not look back. The fire engines moving down the street and trying to get through the traffic didn't help with getting a taxi. She headed down the familiar streets, pushing on until it was less congested and she saw a yellow cab waiting. Stepping to the edge and waving, she managed to flag it down. After confirming the location she did look back - just once - before slipping inside. The click of the door shut behind her was enough and her eyes closed. If they were stories and they mattered so much, maybe this was that was the end of this chapter. The next one, she knew would be better.