Wrathion nods easily, lifting the hand resting on Anduin's shoulder to tease back a strand of blond hair from his face. His fingertips are not as warm as they should be.

"I hope it helps your patient."

He shivers again. All the hairs on his body are standing up, trying desperately to trap warmth from the cold air.

"However if he asks to see your feet, please say no."

Enough of the feet situation.