Wrathion squeezes Anduin's hand, lifts it back up to rub his own cheek against it this time. The feel of Anduin's skin against his face is... soothing,

"Then let us both find something," he offers. "Together."

He isn't sure how much of it he'll be able to eat, but he can try. He can try, and he knows it will make Anduin happy if he does. The company, too, will help he is sure. The simple domesticity of sharing a meal may help settle his discomfort. May help weaken the poison he feels flowing through his body, render it ineffective. Anduin Wrynn is a healer, and Wrathion is ready to accept healing.