"Wrathion..." Anduin replies, gently, searching his companion's face and wishing he knew exactly what he could do to coax that frown back off of it. He thinks, perhaps, he has already been too emotional in front of him as it is -- he is not certain how much any further gestures might be tolerated. Still.

He reaches with his free hand out across the space between them, pinching his fingers in the front of Wrathion's jacket and tugging it slightly.

"I see before me a black dragon who is more than the summary of the sins of the past. He is clever and brave. Handsome," his lips quirk at this a little, "strong and steadfast to his beliefs. He has made mistakes, some of which cost him dearly. But I believe his heart is true."