It likely means something very similar to the goblins, but Anduin is not of the Horde and therefore has never been invited and will never know.
He's grateful for the privacy offered to him. Not because he's particularly ashamed of himself. He is... Physically fit. He has to be, to wear the decorative plate armor required of his position. And to wield Shalamayne. It was his father's sword, but since the throne is his now... So is Shalamayne, and the expectation that he know how to fight with it.
No, it's the scars that trouble him the most. And there are quite a few of them. Injuries that even the Prophet Velen could not heal away entirely. Setting his towel aside, Anduin sheds his robe and uses the moment she has given him to slide into the water himself. The heat of it shocking against the cold, but forcing himself to submerge chest-deep even so. Concealing the worst of it.
"Ah, Anduin," he corrects gently, with a smile. "But you were close. It is good to meet you again under much more pleasant circumstances than before."
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He's grateful for the privacy offered to him. Not because he's particularly ashamed of himself. He is... Physically fit. He has to be, to wear the decorative plate armor required of his position. And to wield Shalamayne. It was his father's sword, but since the throne is his now... So is Shalamayne, and the expectation that he know how to fight with it.
No, it's the scars that trouble him the most. And there are quite a few of them. Injuries that even the Prophet Velen could not heal away entirely. Setting his towel aside, Anduin sheds his robe and uses the moment she has given him to slide into the water himself. The heat of it shocking against the cold, but forcing himself to submerge chest-deep even so. Concealing the worst of it.
"Ah, Anduin," he corrects gently, with a smile. "But you were close. It is good to meet you again under much more pleasant circumstances than before."