"Brothers, I really, really can't walk anymore!"
Charlotte Cooper coughed lightly twice, and feeling truly dizzy and weak, she found a spot by a wall that seemed relatively clean and plopped down onto the ground.
The two black-clothed men who had been following her saw her suddenly collapse and furrowed their brows.
"Miss Cooper, you'd better hurry up. We're almost at the destination, and Mr. Russell has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Charlotte waved her hand weakly, squinting her eyes. "I'm sorry, I really can't walk anymore. I'm so tired and cold. Can you let me rest for a while before we continue?"
The two black-clothed men exchanged glances, and one of them gestured for the other to go ahead. That man nodded, stepped forward, and reached out a hand to touch Charlotte's forehead.
It was already evening, and the night air was chilly. Charlotte was still wearing her thin summer clothes, and the man's hand felt the burning heat on her forehead.