Anduin moves easily in response to the dragon's gentle touch. Fitting his body against Wrathion's as he wraps his arm around Anduin's waist. Wrapping his own arm around Wrathion's shoulders in return. Pulling him in close as he turns his head to the side and presses his face into his companion's curls.
"We are," he agrees, softly.
It's -- troubling, to say the least. For Wrathion to be so unsettled. It fills Anduin with a sense of near-overwhelming protectiveness. For Wrathion, for the whelps. He understands that he cannot offer too much, too quickly. That it is difficult for Wrathion to accept help and assistance, even when he needs it. But he is grateful that he is accepting even this much.
"What do you say that we take our supper with us into the other room?" he asks, nuzzling the side of Wrathion's head. "Make ourselves comfortable."
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"We are," he agrees, softly.
It's -- troubling, to say the least. For Wrathion to be so unsettled. It fills Anduin with a sense of near-overwhelming protectiveness. For Wrathion, for the whelps. He understands that he cannot offer too much, too quickly. That it is difficult for Wrathion to accept help and assistance, even when he needs it. But he is grateful that he is accepting even this much.
"What do you say that we take our supper with us into the other room?" he asks, nuzzling the side of Wrathion's head. "Make ourselves comfortable."