"You're not a burden, James," Lucy told him, her face serious. "Don't ever think that." She took the rest of the sweet treat, broke a piece off, and popped it into her mouth. "If the sofa gets uncomfortable for you we can take turns, then." She wanted her brother to be comfortable, even if he felt like he was putting her out (which she wasn't).
Lucy knew she was risking a lot by housing a British soldier, but that didn't bother her. She was already in danger as it was, being an English reporter in Paris. And he was family. It wasn't like she could just cast him aside.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I don't want you wandering about the streets, especially with your leg like that. My flat will be perfectly safe for the time being." She paused. "So what happened, James? I got a telegram a few weeks ago. What's going on?"