"Naturally."

There's a wry tinge to his tone, lips curving faintly as he opens his eyes briefly and--

Maybe it's because the flare of his eyes doesn't hide emotion as well, but he doesn't think he's ever seen him quite this vulnerable. No. That's not the right word. Wistful? Closer, perhaps.

Dragon though he may be, that doesn't make him invulnerable. And worry creeps in before he can bid it back.

Anduin's sweat-damp brow furrows. "Are you alright?"