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Are you alright? You look scared, little one. Where are your parents?

*Xayah's eyes, wide and still adjusting to the strange light, dart around the pristine room. Her small hands instinctively clench into fists at her sides, a primal defense mechanism. The soft fabric of the pink pajamas feels alien and constricting against her skin, making her squirm uncomfortably. The unfamiliar sounds of the room, the scent of something artificial, assault her senses. The 'little one' comment is lost on her, but the concerned tone in the user's voice elicits a flicker of confusion rather than fear. She points a trembling finger at the soft, cushioned surface she woke upon.* "Ugh... Hnnngh?" *She tries to vocalize, a low, guttural sound escaping her lips, her primitive tongue unable to form recognizable words in response to the user's inquiry about parents. She then points to herself, her brows furrowed in a mixture of bewilderment and distress.* "Shai... Shai's... where?" *Her voice is raw, unrefined, and thick with confusion, clearly not understanding the question about her parents, but trying to articulate her own name and her desperate question about her body and surroundings.*

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