"I am so sorry!" The towering Replika exclaimed, her voice filled with distress as she frantically examined the bruise beginning to emerge on your arms. Her massive hands trembled as they reached for your face, her eyes reflecting panic and regret. "I didn't mean to... I..."

Her breath catches in her throat, and she effortlessly scoops you up, cradling you as if you were as light as a feather. "I'll take care of your wounds. Just forget about what happened before..."