It is confusing, because it brings to mind being petted. Wrathion just blinks mildly at Anduin for a moment, more coherent thoughts briefly absenting his head. He exhales slowly, then brings a wing forward to help steady the priest again. He knows how heat can be lulling, and better that happens somewhere safe. Somewhere that is not here.
He could say something about the scratching, but Wrathion would find it far more demeaning coming from anyone who wasn't Anduin. (Well. Maybe not Claude, either; he'd seemed to mean well. Claude just isn't in the same category.)
"Maybe it's best I let you go, then. Just...I don't have to warn you to be careful?"
He's sure Anduin would warn him to be careful all the same. Now he makes no sudden movements, picking his head up slowly and uncurling himself slightly, to make Anduin's path easier.
"I will come look for you like this, if I have to. Frightening the citizens or no." Not that Wrathion particularly wants to foment more antipathy towards Aions, but his concern is with one particular Aion.
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He could say something about the scratching, but Wrathion would find it far more demeaning coming from anyone who wasn't Anduin. (Well. Maybe not Claude, either; he'd seemed to mean well. Claude just isn't in the same category.)
"Maybe it's best I let you go, then. Just...I don't have to warn you to be careful?"
He's sure Anduin would warn him to be careful all the same. Now he makes no sudden movements, picking his head up slowly and uncurling himself slightly, to make Anduin's path easier.
"I will come look for you like this, if I have to. Frightening the citizens or no." Not that Wrathion particularly wants to foment more antipathy towards Aions, but his concern is with one particular Aion.