Wrathion lets out a low, slow rumble of warning as Anduin approaches -- yet he makes no move to stop him. Does little more than twitch minutely at the hand that alights on his knee.

"... They are only children," he offers more softly.

Their wings cannot yet carry them. How can they be coming to harm so soon? Without even a chance? The cruelty of it is unspeakable. Something twitches in his expression, and he drops his gaze to the and on his knee.

"There must be some way to undo it."

Whatever has been done, here. There must be a way.