"I do prefer you intact."

Both of them could do without worrying about the other for a while. Wrathion lets his eyes slip closed settling himself better and letting out a slow breath.

"I was hoping the waters here might ease your aches, however. Are they helping?"

They were promised healing properties, after all. Wrathion hadn't expected a miracle, but you can never be sure. Besides which, even the smallest easing of pain is something to be celebrated.