Anduin does not think anything of Wrathion's silence at first. His question had not been particularly important, and with the way that Wrathion was leaning into his touch, he simply assumes that he would rather linger in this moment for a little bit longer. Which is fine with Anduin himself. He is happy to hold Wrathion here for as long as he wishes.

Its when Wrathion begins to tense in his arms, the way that his grip tightens almost painfully on Anduin's fingers, that starts to raise alarms.

Anduin does not dare let him go, to pull back and get a better look at exactly what might be going on. But he does shift his hand to more firmly brace around Wrathion's shoulders, rubbing softly through the fabric of his shirt as he questions softly, "Wrathion?"