"Oh," she says. And then, "Hm." Because Anduin is king, isn't he? He has the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders back wherever his home is, and that is...

Well, she knows a thing or two about chosen ones who give up their shot at happiness for the good of the realm.

"It's strange, I've been... thinking about it. The return. I've missed my shot at several beacons now, when it arose," she admits. "You'd think I enjoy the constant panic, lack of sleep and suffering if it means exploring a world unknown..."

She looks at him again. It's a change of subject, but it isn't. Wrathion has mentioned once before that he doesn't think they will remember anything of this world when they are returned to their homes.

"Or maybe I'm just...not enough in a hurry to return and forget some of the people I've met here." A pause. "And dragon."