Anduin cannot say that he is surprised. Half the reason he had asked is that he had already assumed the answer would be no. It is true that just because Wrathion does not feel like eating does not mean he shouldn't. The fact that he has not is likely only making him feel worse. And yet...

Anduin makes no move from where he sits on the floor in front of him. He does not make light of the fact that Wrathion has reached out to him in return, fingers warm as they interlace between his own.

Instead, he slowly lifts their linked hands to press the back of Wrathion's knuckles against his cheek. Quiet for the moment, but his meaning is clear enough in Anduin's gentle touch.

Whatever Wrathion should need, he is here.