Anduin closes his eyes as Wrathion presses their foreheads together, a soft smile spreading its way across his face even as he pulls away.

"Thanks," he says, reaching out to take Wrathion's hand and using it to pull himself up to stand. Where he had not minded sitting close together or the small displays of affection while they had been in the water, standing exposed to the air like this is -- Uncomfortable. Not that it isn't anything Wrathion has not seen before, but he still is somewhat uncertain of his body. The scars. And supposing anyone else might be able to see...

Anduin reaches for the towels they have set aside by the edge of the pool, handing one to Wrathion.

"Here," he says. "Dry off before you freeze like that."