Wrathion hesitates a moment at that, uneasy, then takes a tentative step toward Anduin. Another. He reaches out, gloved fingers carefully alighting on the priest's arm.

"I'm quite sure you've already suffered that," he says.

Anduin had to sit in Stormwind, after all, knowing Wrathion was climbing into the depths of Ny'alotha. Not knowing if he'd succeed. No doubt he had plenty of nightmares, even if they weren't the specific visions of Stormwind that Wrathion traversed.