Anduin gently squeezes his fingers against Wrathion's arm once more and then lets him go. He understands that the touch may not entirely be helping, much as he might wish so otherwise. Nor might his calling attention to the fact that Wrathion is having trouble in the first place.

It is a delicate balancing act, with his companion. Even after knowing him for as long as he has, Anduin still feels as though he only gets it right half of the time. Still... He can tell that Wrathion's thoughts have been -- troubled, of late. If there is a way for him to help them settle, he'd at least like to try.

"Not instant, no," he allows. "I imagine that would be a very poor business model, for an inn." He settles down further into the water, shifting to lean into Wrathion's shoulder a little as he does. "I suspect the idea is that we're supposed to visit the springs at least more than once, for the bulk of its magical properties to take effect."