The fingers still fastened into the lapels of his outwear are making Wrathion feel...
Something he cannot quite place. A mixture of unease and... something. His heart is beating faster. Can Anduin feel it, with his fingers latched so tightly into the fabric, or is his hand far enough away to avoid that?
He needs to pull himself together. He thinks he might be staring. The silence is going on far too long. He's staring to feel uncomfortably warm.
"You're most welcome," he manages. "Perhaps we might find a warm drink, too. Hermione made me one after the incident in the stairwell."
Back on the topic of food. Food and drink. Food and drink and getting out of the wind. He hesitates, as if reluctant to break the moment, then moves to release Anduin's hand and turns to begin walking back toward the tower.
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Something he cannot quite place. A mixture of unease and... something. His heart is beating faster. Can Anduin feel it, with his fingers latched so tightly into the fabric, or is his hand far enough away to avoid that?
He needs to pull himself together. He thinks he might be staring. The silence is going on far too long. He's staring to feel uncomfortably warm.
"You're most welcome," he manages. "Perhaps we might find a warm drink, too. Hermione made me one after the incident in the stairwell."
Back on the topic of food. Food and drink. Food and drink and getting out of the wind. He hesitates, as if reluctant to break the moment, then moves to release Anduin's hand and turns to begin walking back toward the tower.