There certainly would be a great deal of armour to polish, too. No doubt Anduin normally has someone to perform such a task for him. Wrathion sips his hot chocolate slowly as he thinks, adjusting himself to lean a little closer to Anduin.

"Well then," he murmurs, "it seems we will have to rely on each other in place of armour."

Hopefully, that will be enough. So far, at least, it has certainly kept them going through the past months they have been stranded here.