At first, Anduin doesn't notice. Pain is not, in truth, unusual for him, nor is stiffness to his limbs.

"I have no intention of staying," he says, "we're here to take back our friends, nothing more. I'm sure you'd do the same, were some of your people being burned alive."

Surely she can understand that? Surely she doesn't think they'd leave people behind, allow them to die? He flexes his fingers uncomfortably, but for the moment seems to ignore it. Unwittingly, she's picked an easy target for petrification.

"You want us to leave?" he continues, "we'll leave, we just need to take them with us."