Anduin quickly dresses himself in his own pair of loose-fitting pants and equally comfortable shirt, a set that he had acquired in Ke-Waihu, before he turns back to regard Wrathion. Tugging his own hair down from its loose ponytail bun before it dries like that, and watching Wrathion fussing with his own curls.

"Can I help?" he asks, speaking he realizes before his brain has really even caught up with what he is saying.

He flushes slightly but moves closer again nevertheless. Joining Wrathion on the floor mattress he is sitting on and reaching out a hand to comb his fingers gently through Wrathion’s curls himself. Tucking a stray curl behind his ear. Just in case there had been any question as to what he had been asking after.