Anduin's expression pinches as Wrathion speaks, his brows drawing together, his mouth drawing into a firm line.

"That isn't--" Anduin starts, sharply, before stopping himself, pressing his lips together tightly and sucking in a deep breath through his nose.

"By the Light, Wrathion, I don't know how much more plainly I can say that I was worried for you. For you. Not because I need you around as a bodyguard or some sort of protector. You are important to me, as a companion. As a friend. I care about you, and if anything worse might have happened back there--...!"

Anduin cuts himself off again, feeling as though he has already said too much.