He takes the glass silently, letting his arm rest along the side of the chair with the glass dangling from gloved fingers.
Wrathion studies Anduin, expression closed off. He knows he can't avoid the topic forever, but this is the sort of thing he's not terribly good at discussing.
Topics that hurt.
He avoids them instinctively, avoids anything that feels unpleasant or that he's uncertain how to handle -- even if that means avoiding a person he cares about for years for fear of hurting.
This hurts, in a way he isn't sure how to properly express. He hasn't the correct words to say how he feels, to explain.
"Physically they were fine -- the whelps, when we went to look. Aiva was not... enthusiastic to let us look, but we managed it. Much like those at the summit she seemed to have moved on from the incident where she had grown upset, it was a... passing thing. She no longer had concerns, despite being distraught before."
no subject
Wrathion studies Anduin, expression closed off. He knows he can't avoid the topic forever, but this is the sort of thing he's not terribly good at discussing.
Topics that hurt.
He avoids them instinctively, avoids anything that feels unpleasant or that he's uncertain how to handle -- even if that means avoiding a person he cares about for years for fear of hurting.
This hurts, in a way he isn't sure how to properly express. He hasn't the correct words to say how he feels, to explain.
"Physically they were fine -- the whelps, when we went to look. Aiva was not... enthusiastic to let us look, but we managed it. Much like those at the summit she seemed to have moved on from the incident where she had grown upset, it was a... passing thing. She no longer had concerns, despite being distraught before."