Two kittens had an argument. It was a cat-astrophe.

When Nathaniel left Rosalie in Orlais, he was feeling relatively good. There had been some side effects, but he felt like he had a good handle on them. Not wanting to go back to Amaranthine and be fussed over by his friends there, he decided to head to Starkhaven to visit some old friends.

Since some of his friends were in the country outside of Starkhaven, after leaving the Starkhaven Eluvian he headed into the countryside. For the most part he felt great, until he didn’t any more. Suddenly he felt out of breath, sweaty palms and like he was going to throw up.

Stopping at a nearby tree, he leaned against it for support. Suddenly like a dam breaking, he felt himself getting sick. He thought that would be the worst of it, but then he still felt like he was getting woozier by the second, and suddenly the world went black.

Some time later, Nathaniel began to come to. He was confused because the last thing he remembered was getting sick and the world going black somewhere outside Starkhaven. Now he felt like he was warm and in someone’s bed. He groaned as he came to, trying to adjust his eyes to his surroundings.

Hello? He said, confused and still a bit out of it. Perhaps he’d left Orlais a bit too soon, but he was sure he’d felt just fine.