He hands off his coat easily, letting Anduin take it, then unfastens his sword belt and sets that to one side. Next, he loosens off his shirt and pulls it over his head, hands that off and begins unfastening his boots.

"Better you potentially healing me than the other way around. I'd be warding off a line of people come to fight me over your proper care."

Wrathion sighs and sets aside his boots, begins to unbutton and pull off his trousers. The prospect of the cold water is becoming less appealing by the minute. Still, he hands Anduin he steps out of the garment and hands it off, toes off his socks and stuffs them into his boots then carefully steps to the waters edge. The cold bank against his feet makes him growl in discontent, but he steels himself and begins to carefully wade down into the water.

"They couldn't have required a cave plant of some sort?"

You know, anything that didn't require wading into cold water.

"Or a --"

Wrathion stops, staring at a shadow moving in the depths, one hand raising warily as if ready to cast.