As Anya rambled on Caer fluctuated through a range of emotions. Worry - when Anya said that she had run into Tanner. Anger - at how the stupid boy could think he had any shot at getting back together with sweet Anya after what he did. Caer wanted to rip the boy's head off but he knew that Anya would frown upon the violence...at least he thought she would. Worry again when he heard that the gift he had given Anya had been eaten, by a book, no less. He assumed the kitten was fine from the way she continued.
Caer didn't know what to say. His first instinct was to run off and find the little twit who had put Anya in this state and kill him. A slow and brutal death would be fitting. However he would never leave while she was still talking because that would be rude. Thankfully she continued long enough for him to rethink his first reaction and try to figure out a new solution.
He didn't know how to tell her that she's stupid for thinking that someone having feelings for her would be stupid without either sounding like a jerk or like he was defending Tanner in some way...which he would not be doing. Caer just had to do what he could to make her feel better since Anya being unhappy made him want to kill things. Especially Tanner shaped things. He didn't know if his facial expressions were betraying his flux of feelings but he hoped not. He didn't need Anya having anything more to be upset about.
Caer reached out his arms and grabbed her upper arms as if he were trying to hold her together. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You have every right to be upset, малютка. But if you need to not think then this is the place to do it." Caer took the bat gently from her hand and motioned toward a bench set up just on the sidelines. He lead her to the bench, hoping she would sit and talk it out before she started swinging a beater bat around. The last thing he needed was emotionally thwarted bludgers trying to take both of their heads off.