[Anduin hesitates, but -- he supposes that finishing this thought will not reveal too many of Wrathion's secrets.

Internally, he curses himself for the slip-up, while externally he replies,]

Ah. That is to say, I had brought them for Wrathion.

[How to put this... He flicks his eyes to meet Wangji's, hesitating another fraction of a second, before he continues.]

He and the Beastmaster have... A history. It is safer for him to be out of the village, right now. In hiding, I suppose. I am bringing him food and -- these items from the shrine, provided these spirits ever let me get to them.

[There, he has given an answer without giving too much, right? He hopes...]