Self blame

Dinner felt bland that night for Ingus. His thoughts drifting from one dark place to another, it was chaotic. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, unable to close his eyes. His conversation with the eldest was still echoing loudly in his mind. He knew little to nothing about who he was, or how he even happened to be saved by the King. The latter despite his better judgment chose to take him, going as far as adopting him. Ingus was lost and probably overwhelmed by his situation, that left him to not really question about what his presence could mean for the local folks.