I do suppose you may actually be the best to help, with you being the... priestess of light and all.

The poor man has a drug problem, you see. The whole thing's rather messy, he's so ashamed of it he can't feel he can reach out. I've tried to offer advice of course, but he won't listen to me. He's convinced himself I hate him.

[should have made that conversation private, Petyr. Technology: it's a bitch.]