Wrathion swallows back discomfort, turns slowly and lowers himself to sit down. His fingers flex, trying to work out the jitters.

"I missed you."

Said more to the ground than Anduin, to the jihui travel set, to his hands -- still flexing through discomfort. A truth that has never changed, be it here or in Azeroth. Wrathion has always thought of Anduin, always missed him. Even if he didn't know how to show it properly.