[Anduin raises his tea to his lips, a smile breaking across his face as he takes another sip.]

I believe his exact suggestion was to the death, so. You will imagine my relief to hear as much.

[He takes another careful, restorative sip of tea before glancing back up at her once more, his smile softening as he does.]

Thank you, Hermione. For... For being so supportive, of me. Of us. I...

[He glances down to the mug in his hands.] There are those back home who will not be as happy for me. Because -- it is him.