Anduin strokes his fingers through Wrathion's hair again, enjoying the feeling of it through his fingers and the way that Wrathion is leaning into the touch.
"No, they are not," he agrees. He does recognize he is all of those other things. Healer, priest, diplomat, leader. Even soldier too, despite his best intentions otherwise. All the same...
"It is all very... Practical," Anduin says, at last. "The skills I was taught, that I can provide, they are useful." He shrugs, slightly, playing his fingers through Wrathion's hair some more and wondering whether he'd protest if he tried to braid it. "But -- I cannot make you something beautiful in return, as I feel you deserve. It is... Difficult, to compare."
He pauses a moment, his lips quirking up in a wry smile, before he adds, "Well. I suppose I do still owe you those lotus buns I promised I'd make."
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"No, they are not," he agrees. He does recognize he is all of those other things. Healer, priest, diplomat, leader. Even soldier too, despite his best intentions otherwise. All the same...
"It is all very... Practical," Anduin says, at last. "The skills I was taught, that I can provide, they are useful." He shrugs, slightly, playing his fingers through Wrathion's hair some more and wondering whether he'd protest if he tried to braid it. "But -- I cannot make you something beautiful in return, as I feel you deserve. It is... Difficult, to compare."
He pauses a moment, his lips quirking up in a wry smile, before he adds, "Well. I suppose I do still owe you those lotus buns I promised I'd make."