Anduin wonders in retrospect if perhaps he shouldn't have done the same. If he shouldn't have been more careful to reveal the truth about his own skills to the otherworlders in their group. He has even gone so far as to explain them, to some.

He cannot help himself, though. When they had needed him, he had to help. Time and time again. He is a priest, a healer, and it really is as simple as that.

His expression softens slightly at Wrathion's question. Saddens slightly, at that.

"I do," he says, gently. "It is wise to be cautious of such things, until we know better how the people of this world may respond."

For better or worse.