Seventy two hours prior a young Rattakian had been found by the order's outer patrols wandering the streets of Coruscant in a mix between panic, confusion, and desperation. The muted purple tunic and lightsaber was a dead give-away, as was the fact that he had narrowly avoided being parked on by a speeder when he wasn't paying complete attention. The confrontation had been short lived, but he had acted as if he was being cornered by three kath-hounds until he passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Over the next few days that had learned enough about the young man to understand a fragment of his condition and what he was aware of. There wasn't much to go on, but what he could offer had been put to good use. After a warm meal and much needed rest, Cassius had given the Jedi entourage his name and the last thing he remembered, which was a factory on Metalorn. Recent events had brought Metalorn under new rule, but this had been over four years prior when it was still an independent system doing atrocious slave trade. No parents, no relatives could be found and not even a last time. Cassius was an orphan, and to add insult to injury he was also suffering from amnesia among a list of other mental disorders.
They had a working theory of the issue at hand, and had sought out the Council's decision - which led Cassius to the medical facilities near the lower levels of the Temple proper and their resident Doctor. She had been informed of his arrival, and given a small briefing of his condition before he was brought towards the medical bay by the escort of two Jedi Knights. The door opened with a signature woosh to reveal the sterile environment of one of the many med-bays encased in the Temple. A simple nod in greeting to the reclusive and indistinguishable healer.
Cassius stepped forward upon gentle prodding and looked over the room before his violet eyes set on the form of Cathbodua. His narrowed features fell onto her and the curious black suit that fitted her frame perfectly, but also covered every inch. Even her head and face were swallowed in the material that shone with a glossy texture of deep matte black. In the less than lucid mind of the amnesiac before her, Cassius determined that this image was indeed simply a shadow come to life. It made enough sense for him to classify her as just that, and at least come to grips with what he was in store for.
Once the same nod would give both Knights the understanding that she could take it from there, they both departed with a bowed head and closed the door after their wake. Cassius stood frozen for a moment keeping his gaze locked on the latex like texture of her form before he started to glance around again at all the medical equipment. Despite his unfamiliar surroundings and thousands of questions running through his fractured faculties, he displayed no fear, resentment or anger. He was actually quite void of an emotional state, and yet he was certainly curious.