Anduin lets out a breath of relief as Wrathion surfaces, eyes scanning the water around him for any sign of whatever new friend it is Wrathion seems to have gained, before glancing back to the dragon himself.

A dark-haired woman.

Anduin's brow furrows, before he raises an eyebrow at Wrathion in return.

"Our new friend, or Haiva's old," he muses. "I don't suppose you happened to get a good look at her feet."