She waits, patiently, while he debates with himself if he wants to confirm her suspicion, but she suspects that her suspicions are correct. This makes things tricky, such as her little stab at deceit. Specifically the fact that, when under duress, she picked Wrathion as an excuse.
Whatever else happens, she will now have to tell him. But Anduin's plight, that's his own.
Finally, he answers, and her expression softens with understanding.
"I'm sorry, Anduin. I did not know, or I would've thought twice of creating this mess." Like making Wrathion a bigamist, apparently.
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She waits, patiently, while he debates with himself if he wants to confirm her suspicion, but she suspects that her suspicions are correct. This makes things tricky, such as her little stab at deceit. Specifically the fact that, when under duress, she picked Wrathion as an excuse.
Whatever else happens, she will now have to tell him. But Anduin's plight, that's his own.
Finally, he answers, and her expression softens with understanding.
"I'm sorry, Anduin. I did not know, or I would've thought twice of creating this mess." Like making Wrathion a bigamist, apparently.