[That's understandable, Anduin is only 19 himself but he feels about a hundred years old with the amount of nonsense he's been through back home.

He smiles softly, offering the other man a gentle nod in thanks.]

I would be grateful for any assistance you might be able to provide, my friend. I am using the Light to heal the worst of the injuries, but if I am not careful I will quickly wear myself out. If you should happen upon anything in the way of basic medical supplies? Clean linen? I am certain those of us here at the front would be grateful. I certainly would be myself.