Wrathion can feel his heart pounding as Anduin rubs at his shoulders. Powerful emotions are difficult for him to process, still. He is... unpractised at handling much beyond anger. The urge to bottle it all up is powerful.

"Yes," he manages finally. "It would have to be something easy to eat, but we can bring it with us."

His voice is low, a little quiet, but steady enough through powerful self control. Enough for him to respond. He needs to answer the question, after all. Wrathion understands that. Ignoring it will give rise to concern on Anduin's part, but really. He is fine. He just needs a moment.

His grip does not loosen.