Anduin glances down at where Wrathion has moved to take his hand in between his own, his fingers curling in between Wrathion's gloved hands. It is a tentative touch given on his companion's part, and he can tell that Wrathion is not entirely certain of himself in it. Yet he is still offering, and for Anduin, that means the world.

He raises his eyes back up to Wrathion, offering him a soft and gentle smile as he does.

"He will always have that help available to him," Anduin says, softly. "Should he require it."

It has been Anduin's point all along, of course. Not that he insists on putting himself in Wrathion's business, as had been implied earlier. Just that -- he is there for him. He always has been, for as long as they both have known each other.