As soon as they're clear of the incense, Anduin takes a deep breath, lifting his hands to rub over his face. When they lower, he can see Wrathion staring at him piercingly and...yes, that's fair.

"I had to leave you there. It was the only way to gain entrance to the chamber. 'Betrayal', of a sort. And it had to be convincing."

He squints, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment.

"Not that it helped. The smoke...no Not just the smoke. There was a presence in there, made it hard to think clearly. I could barely stay standing."