"Sometimes to my detriment," Anduin replies. Although he supposes Wrathion is right, in that. How could he live with himself in attempting anything less?

He lets Wrathion keep walking him on, until the crowds around them thin out further, enough for him to feel comfortable enough turning to Wrathion to speak at least a little more freely.

"I have not been able to do anything for Haiva either," he says, keeping his voice soft just in case there may be ears listening in even so. "Whatever it is that's affecting his health, it's unlike anything I've ever seen."