Wrathion may not be bleeding out, but with Anduin low on mana the dragon is their best line of defence. Better, he thinks, that he's at his best in case something does go wrong. A full strength dragon is more use than a nearly spent healer, in combat.

Still, it seems like they might have made it to some manner of portal. Anduin braces as best he can, tightening his grip with his legs and lowering himself closer to the back of Wrathion's neck again to keep himself from sliding. Wrathion hits the ground and Anduin winces, thinking of the dragons leg, and begins quickly trying to struggle his way off. It's slow, with one arm out of action.

"Thank you," he manages, squirming his way over until he can drop himself to the ground. "I'm sure one of the other dragons would have helped, but a familiar face is always welcome. We should go through, then you should let me look at your injuries."