He lets out a low hum of thought, eyes skimming away out over the water.

"I suspect you and Anduin have that in common."

Anduin would hesitate too, he knows, to leave this place. To leave the escape it offers him. A funny thing, to feel you are escaping the grand comforts of a castle, but Anduin of course has pressures too. Expectations. As easy as it may be to envy his strong group of followers, his throngs of staff and the prestige of his role the crown is not always a comfortable thing to wear.