In a way, it reminds her a little of an Acolyte, or an ‘Ash Zombie,’ as outsiders to the House would call them. It’s certainly a much milder situation than her kin, who would cry out and scream incomprehensible in between fits of aimless and disconcerting silence, but… there is definitely the impression here that this man almost seems to have had something of himself scooped out, in a manner similar to how an Acolyte’s developing core slowly cannibalizes the brain. He needs… shepherding.

“I was wondering if you could take care of a little shopping for me today, while I am at work,” she suggests gently.

“It would give you a chance to better get to know the people of this community. Perhaps you might stop by the library while you’re out, too. See if that draws up any memories.”