D...don't worry about me, right now.

[The slight stutter is from how much her own body is trembling with need, but she pushes that down and back, focusing on the state her brother is in. She leans forward, frowning as she smooths her hands down disgusting, sticky slime and clothing that's hardly staying together.]

Let's get you home. You can get cleaned up.

[First order of business!!]

Can... you walk? Or should I carry you?