Anduin doesn't answer at first. Perhaps the fight has him rattled, still. His mind still races with the desperate offers made by the entity in the water trying to take his form, to convince him to give it--

But it shifts swiftly to Wrathion, concern in those ember-bright eyes as he looks at him. He's protected him, stayed with him, helped him in every way he could. Even now, the weight of that focus settles on him as he meets the Black Prince's gaze.

What the thing in the water offered was not theirs to give. Not worthiness. Not his loved ones back. And certainly not Wrathion's regard.

Finally he nods, swallowing stiffly. "I'm fine. You?"

He hadn't looked fine, back there. Not by a long shot.