Good, he's moving. Even if the pools are still, Wrathion has had enough of all --- whatever this is. He releases Anduin once he's safely following, begins to forge a path out of the abandoned barracks. His eyes keep flitting to Anduin, ensuring he's... still there, in one piece, still --

He's not sure, but it was...

Well. Something not to repeat.

They turn the corner, light finally leaking through from the entrance to the tunnel, and Wrathion feels a wave of relief.

"You are unharmed?"

He didn't really have a chance to check, before. Wrathion hadn't noticed the priest get hit by anything, but better to be sure.