[ Amy drapes the towel around her shoulders and sighs, making a mental note to make sure everything is dried off and cleaned up for Espio before she leaves later on. She takes the cup of tea in hand and savors the warmth; it's a lovely contrast compared to the freezing temperatures she'd been in just a few hours ago. ]

I hope she's going to be okay. I don't... know how to deal with her, though, Espio. She's always so upset and angry and I don't understand why. She's told me very little, mostly that she hates me... so I don't understand why she up and saved me.