[He comes prepared, maybe overly prepared, but Connor assumed that she would need more towels than the average human, considering her size. Still, he eyes her exit from the river with some scrutiny, ready to drop what he’s brought for the sake of attempting to offer her an arm if she stumbles. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen, and Connor’s shoulders relax ever so slightly.

He steps forward, offering her the stack, expecting her to take the one on top.]

It’s fine. [He is indeed waterproof! He doesn’t mind. This android has a propensity to stand in the rain without much thought, occasionally.]

Just make sure you dry yourself well before we return to your room. I don’t want your fever getting worse because we neglected this part.