Anduin looks around, doing a quick assessment of the danger.

"... Alright, but --"

Climbing is, currently, a little more difficult, and he doesn't want to hurt Wrathion either. Anduin makes a noise of frustration.

"Sorry," he whispers, and reaches with his good arm to get purchase on Wrathion's neck. His feet brace briefly against scales, and at least don't slip as he tries to boost up. He doesn't imagine it feels pleasant to have someone scrabbling about as they climb onto you.

Light, he supposes he'll be mostly holding on with his legs too.