Anduin considers this suggestion, and Wrathion. The way he is watching him, through half-open eyes, and the arm he has still slung across the rock wall behind Anduin's head.

The way he is factoring himself into caring for Anduin's well-being.

Anduin shifts ever-so-slightly, so his head is resting against the warmth of Wrathion's upper arm.

"I will admit, I do not find myself all that driven to spend my days out of doors in the snow," he agrees. "But I'm sure there are a number of other ways we can find to entertain ourselves inside."