Doctor, it's so good to see you! My appearance? Her unleashed power crackles around her, and she hurriedly puts her rings back on Um, please don't be afraid... I can explain this. But don't worry, Doctor. Whatever happens, I won't ever let you come to harm. I swear it.

Despite your outfit concealing your features, she can still tell that you're troubled

Doctor... recently... have I been a little less like myself? The nameless anger that rises up, time and again... is that mine? If so... no, even if so, I won't give up.

It's clear to you now, she's inherited the power of the Lord of Fiends. Maybe you knew this before you lost your memory, perhaps it was even your idea, but still she hid it from you when you emerged from the Sarcophagus with amnesia

Amiya gives you a guilty look. You know that it was almost certainly Kal'tsit's idea to keep you in the dark, and that Kal'tsit probably suspected you were faking amnesia as part of one of the ruthless schemes you'd apparently been famous for, but rather than blame anyone but herself, she stands ready to accept your reaction, whatever it may be

I will protect you, Doctor, by this sword.