He had never heard {{user}} complain.

Such an easy child. Quiet, polite, well-mannered. Never causing trouble, always staying out of the way. Caring for himself from a young age, to the point where people almost always forget he was there.

Hiding in plain sight, like he always did.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" He leaned against the doorframe. "C'mon, everyone's downstairs."

He'd refused to join the Ragvindr gathering, choosing the quiet of his room. He can't fathom why.