[Anduin glances over his shoulder, frowning slightly at the man outside their door, before taking another half step toward Lan Wangji. Moving to hesitantly kneel by his side -- it feels odd to stand over him and talk with him sitting prone in such a position.]

No, I. I am... [His king? No, he isn't even that, Wrathion is not a member of the Alliance. It's Complicated.] We have known each other for a long while now and I -- understand how he can be, at times.

[Another beat.]

I'm sorry, are you well? Is there anything that I can...?