Anduin cannot help but wonder whether the other dragons can sense his other form, whether he is in his human visage or not. He contemplates questioning Wrathion about it but -- the timing is not right. Especially not given what had driven Wrathion to Eidris and his investigation of the dragons in the first place.

"I do miss the sun, down here in Minaras," Anduin agrees, crossing to the ice box and pulling out the bottle Wrathion had known would be there. "Perhaps I will attempt to make the crossing with you sometime. I can be your escort. Your muscle, perhaps?"

He pours out several fingers of the drink each, one for Wrathion and one for himself. Capping the bottle, he leaves it aside on the counter for now and crosses the room to hand a glass to Wrathion, folding himself into the second armchair with his own.

"There is more, should you need a top-up," he says, softly.