"Er, no, it's more of an... area I am looking for help with."

He feels even more awkward admitting it. But once he has it's almost as if the words begin tumbling out of his mouth unprompted.

"When I was in the army, and fighting the plague, doing what I had to do, I was strong, but now that they have left and I am free and safe, my mind is weak and plagued. It's as if the sand pest has never left. I see faces, hear screams, I may as well still be back there."

Artemy immediately feels like he has overshared, and his face immediately betrays his thoughts, which are 'oh fuck I should run away, I've said too much.'