"I'd like that," Anduin says softly. They've spoken about this before -- what seems like ages ago now. Anduin's love of reading. Wrathion's love of boardgames. It would be nice, to be able to get some time to simply indulge themselves here, together. Not having to worry about where they're going next or what threat might greet them there.

Leaning into Wrathion's arm around him, he turns to him and offers him the tiniest curve of a smile.

"Feeling more relaxed?" he asks. He knows he's pushing, ever-so-slightly, but he's okay with that if it manages to work. He'd do just about anything to chase away the shadows in his companion's eyes and the dreams that haunt him at night.