Her tone was pleasant, but it was what she said that made Bran laugh. Amused, not mocking. "Oh, lady, I'm not anyone's lord. Maybe their jester, if we want to be honest, but lord? Not at all!"

He paused, then, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "That doesn't mean I'm a ruffian, though. And no, you wouldn't be a burden. I get the idea we're all kind of stuck in this together, you know? Whether we want to be stuck here, or not."

He shrugged, then. "You just seem really ill at ease, and I'm not sure if it's the bunch of strangers, or something else. Just was wondering if there was anything I can do about that. Even if it's just idle and distracting chatter." Because if there was one thing a Corax was good at, it was chattering. And Bran was a typical member of his kind, in that.