Amy looked down at the girl.  She seemed a mess.  With one hand, the tall blond wrapped an arm around her and held the girl to her chest while her other hand began to wipe her thighs with the warm rag.  "This is nothing to be ashamed about Kanami, everyone has accidents."  The hand holding the girl to her softly stroked her hair.  She reminded Amy of a little puppy for some reason, sad and confused, not sure what to do.  Amy liked puppies.  And she had been thinking for a while Kanami would make a great puppy...