Wrathion takes it easily and then, just to prove a point about how unbothered he is by the cold, pats his face and the back of his neck first. See? Nothing to worry about. He's a dragon, and completely above ever feeling cold.

He does, however, drape it over his shoulders before he begins to step out of the pool and reach for his robe. The water is beginning to quickly evaporate off his skin despite the icy weather, rising in faint clouds. He stands casually, pats a little more water off before shrugging on the robe and tying it.

"When you're ready," he says, and drags his eyes back to watch Anduin. He's doing his best not to seem in a rush, they can collect their things and return to their room at their leisure.