"Something for myself as well," Anduin agrees, moving his hand to rest more securely around his companion's waist as they walk. He is not truly hungry himself, but he should eat. Keep his strength up, especially when Wrathion is feeling so low. He resolves to grab something quick as they make their way to the counter and Anduin presses a kiss into Wrathion's hair before stepping away to ready his supplies.

Setting a pair of pots on the stove, Anduin moves to the cupboard to fetch down a small, unassuming box.

"Jaina would always make me peacebloom tea, whenever she felt I needed something to settle me," Anduin explains. "But she had other responsibilities, naturally, as I was growing up, and a great deal of the time the duty of comforting me fell to Wyll. He was... A servant in the keep, but he grew to be much more to me than that. And -- this is what he would make for me."

Opening up the box, he selects a square of chocolate, breaking it into small pieces into the pot. He sets it onto the stove to heat before turning back to reach for Wrathion again, beckoning him closer.