[Good, he would hate it to know another person would be subjected to those memories. Bad enough that some of the feelings are bleeding over to her, no reason to make things worse by bombarding her with images that would give hardened soldiers nightmares.

He does as she says and takes a few steadying breaths as his emotions start to even out into something that is actually manageble. It's not a perfect calm, but it is good enough.]

I wouldn't have been able to without aid... [He admits.] So you have my thanks for helping me center myself before I did something... inadvisable.

[He's glad to leave the rest of the task to her and the little candy birds. For his emotional upheaval has left him drained and exhausted.]