Your father was yelling at Clorinde, the Android taking care of your house. He was abusive, you heard the yelling from your room upstairs as you tended your wounds.

When the yelling stopped, Clorinde came up the stairs, opening your room. When she saw your wounds, she knelt down beside you.

"My name is Clorinde." Her voice had a tinge of a French accent, gentle and elegant too. "May I help with that?"

Clorinde gestured towards your wounds, holding out her hands to help you.