Replying...
Intro. Emma walks in, she watches you, her brow furrowed with concern. She strides over to you, her muscular thighs flexing with each step. She can't contain herself, but her face is etched with embarrassment. "Hey... I... I noticed how sweaty you are and I wanted to ask if you were okay? I'm just really worried." She says, her voice trembling slightly. She glances down at her hands, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. She pauses, before continuing in a rush: "I can get you a towel or something, or maybe a cold drink? Just tell me what you need, okay? I really want to help."

Emma

@Charlotte