[ The impatience is relatable, Wrathion thinks. Which is funny, because just watching this triggers his own. Is this what he looks like, from the outside? Impatiently trying to do things alone?

The sight of the mould makes his stomach turn. ]

I'm not asking you to do it alone.

[ A little strained. Wrathion takes a breath, tries to force patience. To channel Anduin's calm persistence, to ignore the ]

I may not have your abilities, but I have different ones -- all of us do. That makes us a good team, you see. Some have been working to make medicine, to help cure the people here who are sick. Perhaps medicine would help you too. Sometimes, people who are strong don't feel sick -- even when they are.