Caius dipped the quill into the ink and moved his hand to the paper. His strokes were sharp as he wrote, Rose wasn't sure what good handwriting was like but she was certain Caius had a pretty good one. It made her want to just watch him write.
His brows would furrow sometimes as she said her message. At first, she thought he was concentrating, but it didn't take her too long to discover he did it when he didn't approve of what she said. However, whether he disapproved or not, he didn't comment and seemed to write down exactly what she said.
Rose first started with her parents, asking if they were fine and saying a lot of mundane things—mostly assuring them that she was fine and that her father should make sure her mother took the herbs.
