Anduin sinks back into the water beside his companion, leaning against the natural rock bed of the hot springs and feeling the heat of the water slowly settling through his skin and into his bones. He has attempted to tie his own hair up as well, looping his ponytail around itself in an attempt to keep it out of the water, but honestly he doesn't really care.

It takes him a moment to will his eyes open again and follow the direction of Wrathion's narrowed eyes. Settling for a moment on the headless visitor before he vanishes completely, turning back to raise his eyebrows at Wrathion in return. There is a part of him that is somewhat alarmed by its presence. At the idea they might be joined -- watched? -- by such beings. For the most part they seem harmless though and really, Anduin is too tired at this point to care. The water is warm, and it does feel wonderful on his aching body. He would much rather enjoy this time with Wrathion then spend it worrying about their surroundings.

"Well, I think we are safe for now. I doubt that the water was the cause of his demise," Anduin offers, helpfully.