She is so very small. It would be easy for anything to go wrong. Fever is looking down at her, in her hands, held close to her chest so she won't fall. It's the look of someone uncertain if this is the right thing that they should be doing, without a single roadmap to the correct answer.

"Where did she come from?"

The question doesn't really matter, it's just something to fill the silence, to draw a veil over herself before she gets too tense. Stay light. Stay on the surface. Don't let this stranger have to question if they did something foolish, don't make it so Charlie gets snatched back. Breathe.