The simmering tension stays within Wrathion, increasing as the Doctor continues to talk until his top lip begins to twitch. Like a cornered animal ready to bare its teeth, he has an air of being braced to do something.

He controls it, just about, lets out a slow breath and runs his tongue over his teeth as he decides what to say.

"A small number are aware," he admits.

Anduin, Hermione, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and Red. Emilia perhaps, he's so far avoided talking to her about the fine detail of what she understood. The members of the tower team who saw him change by necessity, Strange and Stephanivien. The number is, slowly, growing. He's not entirely sure how he feels about that.