Head a little cooler than before, Anduin can see the strain in Wrathion's smile. He understands this has probably been a lot for Wrathion to withstand, though withstand it he has, and here he is at the end of it holding Anduin's hand at that. His trust, his support, means more to Anduin than he can say.

"Of course," Anduin says, softly. "Let's go and get ourselves out of this wind. And Wrathion?"

He tightens his fingers on Wrathion's jacket, just to hold him there for a moment longer. Tilting his head back slightly so he might look Wrathion in the eyes, he offers him a soft, warm smile.

"Thank you."