Anduin is and always will be nothing if not understanding.

He understands, for example, that it is no small thing to have admitted even this much to him. That she could have given him a far simpler answer and left it at that. It makes him feel almost cowardly for hiding his own truth from her, but he supposes there are only so many reveals his nerves can handle in one day.

"I am sorry," he says, feeling somewhat guilty now for his own misgivings about reaching the beacon and returning home. "That is not fair on you, to be pulled from the aftermath of one conflict, straight into the midst of another."