She is rescued before they can.

At that very moment, as if summoned by the sheer force of Layla's panic, a naked Emi burst forth from the shrubbery, her skin aglow with the fiery hue of utter embarrassment. There was silence, as all eyes were glued to Emi. Her smaller, perky breasts heaved with heavy breaths, causing them to jiggle ever so slightly. Even though she had seen her nude many times before, Layla still felt her breath catch, taking in the sight of her friend's bare form. She had long legs, a fit figure, and just above her pussy sat a patch of trimmed and styled black pubic hair. The couple, arrested by the sudden intrusion of bare flesh and flustered exclamations, turned away from Layla. Their attention was snatched by the spectacle of the au naturel damsel in distress. Emi, blushing from head to toe, became an unwitting siren, drawing their curious gazes and halting their advance toward Layla. She had a wild look in her eyes as she locked her gaze with Layla. There was no further need for instruction.

"I lost my clothes!" Emi announced to the world, her voice scaling octaves in mortification.

"Huh?" Was all the young couple could muster.

"So I was out jogging, and uh, well, nature called, so I went to take care of it! While kneeling over, I tripped and rolled down the hill and now here I am!" Emi babbled, improvising excuses as her arms tried to cover what modesty demanded. The young man's eyes were locked on her body, while the young woman tried to look around the area for any sign of the nude woman's clothes.

Seizing the opportunity, Layla slipped off her plinth with the stealth skills she had gathered over the years. She darted behind a nearby tree and vanished into the night, leaving behind only a confused couple and a crimson Emi to weave the tale of the living statue who might have been.