"There is no-one else I would contact."

If Wrathion was going to ask anyone for help, Anduin Wrynn would be top of the list. He secures the purse strings once more, secrets it away within his pockets and studies Anduin thoughtfully.

"You are... well, I hope?"

Just checking. Anduin has spent a great deal of time recently fussing over him, but he is certainly the type to not care for himself if he needed it.