Rhitober! That’s an excellent idea. How about the hug prompts: “Angry Hug (not at each other)” for Cait and Nate?
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am. And I’m going to kill Stroud, too, for not telling me.” Cait was pacing, marching back and forth across the room like it was personally responsible for the situation. “Three years! Three blighted years without a single Maker-blighted letter! I thought he was…” Angry tears prickled in the back of her eyes and she blinked them away in frustration.
Nathaniel stepped into her path and dragged her into a hug. She reluctantly let him, unwilling to let go of her ire yet. Still, his embrace calmed her like it always did. “He’s okay, Caitie. At least we know now. They’re both okay.”
Cait pressed her face into his shoulder. “I thought Justice at least was sensible enough to send me a note. Anders must be a bad influence on him.”
Nathaniel’s silence spoke volumes on how right she was, and Cait felt something akin to dread settle in her gut. It only grew stronger as Nate subtly changed the subject. “I think he wouldn’t mind if you went to visit him.”
“Maybe I will. I don’t like the idea of him being in a city like Kirkwall on his own.” Even she had heard horror stories of the way that city treated mages. His being a Warden wouldn’t grant him immunity from the templars forever - if it did, he wouldn’t have had to leave Amaranthine in the first place. That thought brought Cait’s rage back to the fore, until she was almost choking on it.
Nate’s arms tightened around her, as if he could hear her thoughts. “He isn’t alone. He has friends there.”
He has friends here, she wanted to say, but she didn’t. She was already thinking through the logistics of how she could possibly make enough time in her schedule to pop over to Kirkwall. And what she’d say to Anders when she got there.
“Maybe I’ll start by writing him a letter.”