Anduin can feel Wrathion tensing underneath his touch, and so he retracts his hand once more, moving to clasp both of his own in his lap. He had not meant to scold, or to come off as such. He's just. Worried. Concerned. The attack that Wrathion had suffered had seemed to last forever, and the fact that he could barely do anything to help...
This should not be about him. Wrathion seems fine. He is awake and alert, and he is no longer under the effects of whatever the wish had done to him. He should be glad of that.
"You are not alone in this anymore, Wrathion," Anduin points out. "You do not owe me anything, of course. But I would ask you tell me of your plans the next time. I only wish to help."
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Anduin can feel Wrathion tensing underneath his touch, and so he retracts his hand once more, moving to clasp both of his own in his lap. He had not meant to scold, or to come off as such. He's just. Worried. Concerned. The attack that Wrathion had suffered had seemed to last forever, and the fact that he could barely do anything to help...
This should not be about him. Wrathion seems fine. He is awake and alert, and he is no longer under the effects of whatever the wish had done to him. He should be glad of that.
"You are not alone in this anymore, Wrathion," Anduin points out. "You do not owe me anything, of course. But I would ask you tell me of your plans the next time. I only wish to help."