First born I: The weight of expectations

While heading to his room, Ingus came across Hordward's room. The door was open, he got in and it was different from what he had seen the first time, it looked like a normal bedroom, the entire forest and world that he witnessed last time, was gone. He heard some noises on the left and spotted Hordward sitting on his bed just in his underwear. He seemed to be struggling with something. Ingus approached and he turned to him.

Hordward: "Oh you're back. Gre-(*grunt*)great "

Ingus: "Huh yeah…you okay?"

Hordward sighed in defeat.

Hordward: "The comb is stuck"

Ingus noticed there was a comb stuck on Hordward's back.

Ingus: "Huh couldn't you just summon a clone of yourself to help you?"

Hordward: "Well since yesterday and that incident with Lucy, my magic is a bit out of control. I can't use it that much until I can control it. Sara said I should avoid using my power too frequently for now"

Ingus: "That seems serious"