Reluctance swims through Wrathion too, but this moment is still... enough. It's something to hold onto, the memory of this warmth, of his arms around him, the gentleness of his touch.

"Luckily for you, I make for an excellent escort through dangerous territory."

He straightens himself, offers Anduin a warmer smile.

"Shall we? I think a glass of wine may be in order."

Assuming their accommodation remains untouched by the chaos, that is.