It's a relief when he comes close again, though she can feel the heat radiating off of him even more than before. Even the hallway at large is starting to feel warmer; it's nice for her while she's still sans clothing but it doesn't do one bit to chase away her worry for him.

"You don't have to apologize, sugar," she tells him softly, moving as close as she can without actually touching him yet. "With the way I was acting, anyone would probably get a bit worked up in response. I just want to help you through this before you spontaneously combust."

She reaches out then to carefully set a hand on his chassis. It isn't comfortable, the metal just a few degrees too hot, but it doesn't hurt, either. "What can I do?"