Anduin gives Wrathion a look at the protests. Somehow he doubts that Wrathion honestly would rather continue to feel shaky and lightheaded than accept his assistance, no matter his bristling.

...still. He is grateful that Wrathion seems to be relaxing in response to the touch of the Light, either way. He releases his grip on Wrathion's arm after a long moment as Wrathion's breathing eases, his eyes carefully searching Wrathion's face for any sign of distress before he softens slightly at his companion's words of thanks.

"Of course," he replies, sitting back to give him a little more space. "How... Do you feel?"