“The clone looks very convincing P’,” said Sun, impressed.
“Yes. It’s a perfect spell for luring someone,” replied Khan. “Kindly sit on the bed Master Sun.” The Sentinel guides the clone carefully as it traverses the stairs.
“What for P’? I can stand now,” replied Sun, but wincing as he still feels occasional stings in his right side as he moves. This he cannot hide from Khan.
“You shouldn’t move too much. In a way, you are still bruised. I’ll clean you up, so that you won’t have to take a shower.”
Sun just looks at Khan, feeling compelled to just follow his Sentinel. The clone enters the room holding a beer mug full of Minerva’s sweet tea.
“Hover.” The mug that the clone is holding floats away from its hand while Sun walks slowly towards his bed and sits on it after.
“Undo Mimic,” said Khan as he walks to where Sun is, and the clone disappears. Mags flies and lands by Sun’s side at the bed.