Wrathion takes a few slow breaths, trying to steady himself as Light washes over him.
"There's no need for that," he murmurs, wincing as he glances around the room to make sure they're alone. That nobody else is seeing him wobble about this way, like an unsteady whelp. It's difficult to feel truly grumpy, though, in the insistent warmth of the Light. It eases back his bristling anxiety against his will, and takes a few more slow breaths.
"Thank you," he manages awkwardly, because even despite his protests he can recognise that his situation had been.... precarious. That Anduin had done his best to assist Wrathion, despite a lack of information.
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Wrathion takes a few slow breaths, trying to steady himself as Light washes over him.
"There's no need for that," he murmurs, wincing as he glances around the room to make sure they're alone. That nobody else is seeing him wobble about this way, like an unsteady whelp. It's difficult to feel truly grumpy, though, in the insistent warmth of the Light. It eases back his bristling anxiety against his will, and takes a few more slow breaths.
"Thank you," he manages awkwardly, because even despite his protests he can recognise that his situation had been.... precarious. That Anduin had done his best to assist Wrathion, despite a lack of information.