Anduin can feel... something, as Eleven comes back to himself, although he will be honest that he does not know what exactly it is. As a priest of the light, Anduin's less of a caster himself than he is a -- conduit, of a much greater and more powerful energy than himself.

The words themselves catch Anduin slightly off-balance. Not because they are not...accurate. But because he is not expecting them. He supposes that Eleven might have seen him using the Light at some point during their journey (he has not been as careful with his spells as he probably should have been). He suspects, however, there is more to it than that.

"Yes," Anduin says, at last. Hesitating, he flicks him a careful smile before continuing, "According to the priests I have studied under, we all are."