"He just sprung to mind!" she hurries to say, in self defense. Nothing to do with the fact that she dried him off (with a spell) after that cold initiation bath. Nothing to do with anything, she just saw the fox, thought of red fur, then red eyes, and then -

Honestly, Wrathion shouldn't have gotten her a book. Who did that sort of thing?

"Oh no? Why oh no?" Frowning, she takes a step closer, leaning closer to hear him. Insists: "Why oh no, Anduin?"