Anduin notes the deep grumbling that Wrathion directs at him as he moves closer but he pays it no heed. If Wrathion really did not wish for him to touch him, then he would say so. Or he would at least have a greater response than he has made so far. Anduin does not know whether he's welcome to much more than this, but it's at least a start.
"They are," Anduin agrees gently, because it is true. Only just hatched, and if they are behaving normally otherwise, who is to say that there is not something else going on? If Aiva does not sense that anything else is wrong, as their mother... Just because there is something spiritually wrong about the whelps does not mean that there is nothing that can be done to save them.
"We will figure this out," he reassures again, squeezing his hand against Wrathion's knee. Anduin finds that he has other questions -- many other questions. About what would have been expected of a dragon hatching, of when they normally bond with their human counterparts. But those questions can wait for now. He doubts that Wrathion knows most of the answers, and even still. He doubts such discussion is exactly what his companion needs in this moment.
"Have you eaten today?" he settles on asking. It is easier to focus on Wrathion himself, for now. Wrathion, he knows how to handle. To take care of, even if he may not want to be cared for at present.
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"They are," Anduin agrees gently, because it is true. Only just hatched, and if they are behaving normally otherwise, who is to say that there is not something else going on? If Aiva does not sense that anything else is wrong, as their mother... Just because there is something spiritually wrong about the whelps does not mean that there is nothing that can be done to save them.
"We will figure this out," he reassures again, squeezing his hand against Wrathion's knee. Anduin finds that he has other questions -- many other questions. About what would have been expected of a dragon hatching, of when they normally bond with their human counterparts. But those questions can wait for now. He doubts that Wrathion knows most of the answers, and even still. He doubts such discussion is exactly what his companion needs in this moment.
"Have you eaten today?" he settles on asking. It is easier to focus on Wrathion himself, for now. Wrathion, he knows how to handle. To take care of, even if he may not want to be cared for at present.