"Yes," Anduin agrees quietly. "Given the way that things have progressed, as you have said. I suppose it is only a matter of time, at this rate."

He stands, studying Wrathion for a moment longer. The way that he has let his gaze slide away, the way that he has crossed his arms over his chest. As though he feels he needs to guard himself, even here and now, in this private moment between them. Perhaps because Anduin has construed this private moment between them in such a way. Wrathion always has preferred to be much more straightforward about these things, Anduin realizes with a wince.

"I suppose that I also simply wanted to ask if you are alright? After everything in Ke-Waihu..."

Anduin's eyes are soft and impossibly blue as he watches studies Wrathion for his response.