Anduin lets out a breath that might have been a laugh, in another life, his lips twisting their way into a watery smile.

He still feels... Raw. As if Wrathion has taken some sort of blade and flayed him wide open to leave his heart sitting right out there in the open for the world to see. He's not sure it will fit so easily back into his chest, not without some time, patience, and careful manipulation.

Anduin shifts his hand and tangles his fingers between Wrathion's, gripping his hand tightly in his own as he takes a moment to further gather himself back together.

"Trust a dragon to find appeal in such a trait," Anduin counters, though with an obvious fondness creeps into his voice as he does.