[ Wrathion's about to protest, when she offers to give him a hand. Dragon's don't need help!
Several things happen, however. First, just as he opens his mouth to protest she steps closer and he is briefly distracted by wondering what she's about to do. Secondly, she touches his elbow. Wrathion isn't terribly used to being touched, even in this mild sort of gesture. His mouth snaps shut and he goes slightly tense. Well, he supposes he was... supposed to be letting others help him.
Thirdly, he feels a rush of warmth. Hopefully this is in fact, her doing something, and he's not just flushing awkwardly. He did feel some sort of wave of magic. ]
Ah.
[ He blinks owlishly, a wave of uncertainty passing over him. Well, at least he's warm -- even if he is warm and damp still. Better than cold and damp.
... Her hand is still on his arm. It reminds him of Anduin, studying him expectantly while holding his arm in Taravast. ]
... Thank you.
[ There, acknowledgement that she helped and gratitude for it. This is the right response, he thinks? ]
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Several things happen, however. First, just as he opens his mouth to protest she steps closer and he is briefly distracted by wondering what she's about to do. Secondly, she touches his elbow. Wrathion isn't terribly used to being touched, even in this mild sort of gesture. His mouth snaps shut and he goes slightly tense. Well, he supposes he was... supposed to be letting others help him.
Thirdly, he feels a rush of warmth. Hopefully this is in fact, her doing something, and he's not just flushing awkwardly. He did feel some sort of wave of magic. ]
Ah.
[ He blinks owlishly, a wave of uncertainty passing over him. Well, at least he's warm -- even if he is warm and damp still. Better than cold and damp.
... Her hand is still on his arm. It reminds him of Anduin, studying him expectantly while holding his arm in Taravast. ]
... Thank you.
[ There, acknowledgement that she helped and gratitude for it. This is the right response, he thinks? ]