A gut-wrenching moment of confusion takes Anduin before he remembers that yes, the beacons do this. Give and take at leisure. Anduin had experienced that first-hand, when Wrathion had gone, and then came back. Months gone by in Azeroth, minutes here in this world.

Does his companion recognize him? Anduin does not dare to ask, steeling his heart against the thought he might not as he offers him a nod in response to the first thought. Yes. They had been friends. Eleven had been one of the only people who had seemed to -- understand. Even if he was not priest exactly. And then...

"I..." Anduin says, trailing off as he takes in the measure of his companion. He offers him another soft smile. "I suppose that I should ask you much of the same."