Anduin makes a gesture in response to Wrathion's burning of the weeds, as if to congratulate him on his efforts, although he does appreciate the fact that he doesn't have to trudge through a veritable jungle of the things.

He's just contemplating what it would be like, for the children to reclaim the building, when they step into the aura of the greenhouse. Suddenly, the air shifts, changes. It feels a bit like dropping into a deep pit, and they have yet to even push open the door.

A sinking sensation spreads through Anduin as Wrathion steps through the threshold. He does not want to follow him through into the greenhouse beyond. They should not be here.

"I do not like the feeling of this place," he murmurs, forcing himself to move forward anyway.