[ Wrathion lets out a heavy sigh, a gentle gust of warm air.
The frustration is terrible. Wrathion hates to not understand, wants to lash his tail angrily and scratch at the ground, dig until it gives him answers.
That would not be dignified. He resists. ]
You are far from the village here. Were you pursued?
[ Is he safe?
Wrathion may not have much personal affection for the man, but Anduin lives with him. He has offered him assistance here, even if it was by rubbing dark water onto his injury.
Those two things combined are enough for Wrathion to offer a modicum of care. ]
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[ Wrathion lets out a heavy sigh, a gentle gust of warm air.
The frustration is terrible. Wrathion hates to not understand, wants to lash his tail angrily and scratch at the ground, dig until it gives him answers.
That would not be dignified. He resists. ]
You are far from the village here. Were you pursued?
[ Is he safe?
Wrathion may not have much personal affection for the man, but Anduin lives with him. He has offered him assistance here, even if it was by rubbing dark water onto his injury.
Those two things combined are enough for Wrathion to offer a modicum of care. ]