The (relative) ease of movement doesn't last long. Wrathion finds the lingering warmth of the Light beginning to fade from him, and as it does his so does his ability to stay upright.

His ears feel like they're ringing, heart racing harder and harder. His breaths are still coming too fast, and as he tries to force himself down the stairs the dizziness is getting worse. He can hear Hermione saying something tense, and Anduin's hand tightening on his arm, but he can't quite focus on the words.

Between them, they're both very close to him. He feels crowded, frustrated, anxious. He needs to get out of here, needs --

Wrathion makes a weak attempt to shake them both off, and lets out a low warning growl. It's a deep sound, something that seems as if it's echoing in the cavernous chest of a large creature -- not a human.