No, it isn't exactly the direction that Anduin had intended for Wrathion to go with that thought, and his smile softens at his companion. He knows better than anyone perhaps how difficult Wrathion finds it to simply turn it off, at times. When has he ever really had time for rest before? When was there not some new threat on the horizon to research and prepare himself for? Anduin understands this well. But as a healer he also understands the strain that such a lifestyle demands. It cannot be maintained indefinitely, something has to give.

Reaching out he moves to rest a hand on Wrathion's arm, warm underneath the water, squeezing gently.

"I have heard," he says, gently, "that the water from these springs is rumored to be able to relieve tension as well."