Au'Rus had came to Tython to continue her training in healing through the force. The Miralukian had spent her time at Tython in the medical bay treating those afflicted by the force, as a Miralukian, one who could see the living force in her vision her uses as a healer was much appreciated. She had been treating a young girl of her afflictions when her attention caught those of a young white haired boy who had been struggling as a group of Jedi watched over him. Having finished her work, she approached the two Jedi who had been watching over the child. She bowed to each and gazed down at the boy, his force appearance was a mess, raw and powerful, full of potential but too swayed down by dark emotions- fear, anger, uncertainty. It was natural to have this emotions, but not in check could lead to dangerous results. Au'Rus new only too well of them, for they lead to her current cursed state. She wished to help the boy. Au'Rus saw that his hands held scars and deep wounds that had healed into discoloured skin lines.
Au'Rus knelt down so that her face came to level with her's. The pale faced, purple haired miraluka smiled at the boy, it was a warm and motherly smile. She spoke to him gently in a calm voice, "I can see you have been through a lot dear boy." slowly Au'Rus' gentile hand rose and she gradually let it dip so that only the tips of her fingers rested on the scars on his wrist. "Do not worry child, I am only here to help and heal." Au'Rus knew that her touch could insight a reaction from the boy, but she decided she would embrace an reaction, even if violent. Someone must show the boy that we truly are here to help him, even if he lashes out at us. Trust. He must come to trust us. Au'Rus let the force swell up in her fingers and pass into the boy's wrist. The sensation would be like standing next to a warm fire during a cold winter, the healing force glowed and moved about the boy's skin and flesh mending its wounds. Au'Rus could not fully heal the scars but she could make them fade and be less of a bother. Smiling she told the boy, "Much like these wounds child, the force can help your pain and past fade, until wounds they are no longer."