"Rejuvenated," he says without hesitation, lips quirking at the corners. "Calm I find enough on my own, but energy?"

That he hasn't found lurking somewhere waiting to fill his parched vessel like rains on droughted lands.

"Which have you found more use for, ah?" He suspects, for various reasons, that energy might not also be Anduin's answer, though truly, all of them could use rejuvenating. Coming here has hardly met that course or cause. Just been less immediately fraught than wearing strange suits and having death-roused mermaids lusting after their flesh.

Zenobius, unknowing as he slumbers onward, would have nothing to contribute to any conversational value, but might also be the calmest of them all.