That landing isn't nearly as bad as it might be had he had to dive. Wrathion himself doesn't wince--he's more concerned about Anduin's awkward slide off his back. He snakes out his neck and snaps his teeth shut on Anduin's shirt this time, bringing a wing around to help steady the priest. The teeth hold is brief, at least.

Inwardly, he hopes that he hasn't just terrified his friend. Wrathion means well, but he's definitely aware that things have changed when he's in this shape. He can be surprisingly gentle and is very conscious of how he moves, but a dragon is still a dragon.

In their mad rush to get away from Achamoth, he hadn't been quite aware that Anduin had been hurt as well--on some level, Wrathion had been aware that the priest wasn't unscathed, but it hadn't been at the forefront of his mind. Now, it is, and he isn't happy, but Annduin is also right. Once they're through the portal, that's a much better time to...discuss things. Still, Wrathion can't stifle a low rumble of displeasure, before he jerks his head towards the portal. He agrees with Anduin's assessment, but.

"You first."

He might have to squeeze through, anyway. He'd taken the portal here as a man, after all.