Anduin hurries forward to accept the small flower from Wrathion. It is wet, yes. And fragile. He does not want to handle it too much now that it is free from its watery home, for fear of damaging the flower. Pulling a small box out of his coat, Anduin wraps the maiden's veil in a handkerchief and stows it inside, before tucking the box itself back into the pocket of his jacket.
Once he has made certain the flower is secure, he turns back to Wrathion. Offering him a hand to help himself the rest of the way out of the water and onto the bank, he frowns at the quite aggressive shivering that seem to have taken him over.
"Are you alright...?" he asks, concern written over his features and in his pale blue eyes.
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Anduin hurries forward to accept the small flower from Wrathion. It is wet, yes. And fragile. He does not want to handle it too much now that it is free from its watery home, for fear of damaging the flower. Pulling a small box out of his coat, Anduin wraps the maiden's veil in a handkerchief and stows it inside, before tucking the box itself back into the pocket of his jacket.
Once he has made certain the flower is secure, he turns back to Wrathion. Offering him a hand to help himself the rest of the way out of the water and onto the bank, he frowns at the quite aggressive shivering that seem to have taken him over.
"Are you alright...?" he asks, concern written over his features and in his pale blue eyes.