[ He's expecting it, so the sensation of the Light's warmth spreading through his arm isn't a surprise.
All the same, Wrathion goes subtly tense. It heats his nerve endings, works through the damage then slowly fades. The lingering caress of it eases some of his tension unwilling. It's difficult to feel anything negative in the wake of the Light's influence, a trick which Wrathion has some thoughts about.
He studies Anduin, his expression. He's still holding onto his arm, he notes, with one hand. Perhaps waiting for confirmation it's better now? In comparison to what Anduin is capable of healing, the injury was minor. Surely he has no doubts? Still... Wrathion supposes he can offer something. He blinks once, slowly, and tries to formulate a reply a few times in his head.
Anduin's hand is warm. The Light has clearly addled his thoughts. ]
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All the same, Wrathion goes subtly tense. It heats his nerve endings, works through the damage then slowly fades. The lingering caress of it eases some of his tension unwilling. It's difficult to feel anything negative in the wake of the Light's influence, a trick which Wrathion has some thoughts about.
He studies Anduin, his expression. He's still holding onto his arm, he notes, with one hand. Perhaps waiting for confirmation it's better now? In comparison to what Anduin is capable of healing, the injury was minor. Surely he has no doubts? Still... Wrathion supposes he can offer something. He blinks once, slowly, and tries to formulate a reply a few times in his head.
Anduin's hand is warm. The Light has clearly addled his thoughts. ]
Thank you.
[ There. Will that suffice? Good enough. ]