That is, in fact, a cheering thought. Wrathion lofts an eyebrow, glancing over at the group thoughtfully.

"It is, isn't it?"

A comment on both water being dangerous, and the drink being pleasant. He drifts his gaze back to illumination, thoughtful.

"Illumination, you said?" A shorter version of her full given title, but he assumes she will correct him if that's the form of address. "You may call me Wrathion."