He nods once, then turns a little leans in enough to gently press their foreheads together. A brief, chaste display of affection before he moves to stand. The hot water cascades off him and Wrathion winces as the cold air hits his skin instead, banishes the discomfort from his face and offers a hand up to Anduin.

"Well then," he offers, "we may as well enjoy the quiet while we have it."

Difficult to find a peaceful moment to play games during an emergency, after all. No doubt there is a new one around the corner, waiting to find them at their next location.