Anduin is exhausted, but he had wanted to stay as long as he could. To heal as many people as he could.

There are dragons, here, at least, who could probably help him escape. He'd been half negotiating with one as his shield began to fail. Could they get him out? As far as a portal? To Godsblood, or Greentruth? If they could, he could --

The shield fails, and Anduin looks up as a shadow passes over him.

Even having seen him before, it's still incredible to think how big Wrathion is now. Anduin remembers when he was no bigger than a housecat, when seeing him fly wasn't in the least bit threatening.

"I thought you'd left."

Not that he was paying any attention to what Wrathion was doing, of course, not that he'd noticed at all that Wrathion was carrying other people and leaving him behind. It's the dragon's own business. He doesn't care.

Still... He'd come back for him. Anduin feels a momentary rush of warmth, then hesitates.

"-- You're hurt, here let me..."

He pulls at the dregs of his energy, reaching out to rest his hands on Wrathion and trying to push healing magic into him.