Anduin watches with curiosity as Wrathion removes his glove, not understanding what the dragon is doing until Wrathion is suddenly slicing at his thumb and--

The smear of Wrathion's thumb against his forehead burns and Anduin flinches in surprise at both the sensation and the touch itself. Had Wrathion just...? He lifts a hand up to the spot regardless of what Wrathion says, although it's true his glove comes away clean.

"What--" Anduin says, expression pinching in confusion. "Did you just -- not visible?" He shakes his head, collecting himself so that he can at least speak in a full sentence. "Was that your blood?"