He had a moment of…not quite depression, but more like confusion. He couldn't understand how a creature, let alone people, could be as happy as Enla was, how they could wake up and be happy and ready to face another day.
He wasn't sad right now, but when he had woken up not that long before with no memories, with no sense of who he was, who he was supposed to be...it hadn't really affected him until now. Now, it was all coming down on his shoulders, weighing on him a little. While he had pondered on it the night before, it hadn't made him feel so…heavy. There had been at least one person, despite her being an old lady, who had known exactly who he was. She refused to tell him who he was. There was another one who had recognized at least his face, whether he was the person she was thinking about or not. Assumably, they were both witches, too.