[It’s promising, that the young royal has at least taken a licorice himself now. That he feels well enough to do so. Anduin removes his hand from Haiva’s chest and reaches to take a few more himself, pocketing a couple to take back for Wrathion.]

There is no need to thank me. I hope that I have at least brought you some comfort where perhaps there was none.

[He moves to sit back down in his chair once more.]

I was hoping that I might be able to assist in perhaps a different way, though. I understand that you are arranging the evacuations in the Wards…?