Wrathion grimaces. It isn't as if he'd intended to come back naked, but when he'd cast off what he'd been wearing, it hadn't been covering much as it once did. And after he'd shifted in it, it wouldn't cover anything at all. Nor was it any use for scraps, because the fabric hadn't had much to speak for it in the first place.

"I hope I don't make a habit of it," he complains. There's already so much he wants to research, and he hasn't even found out whether there's a library or not in Godsblood, yet...he'll have to add this to the list, whether or not he can...retune his shapeshifting to do it with clothes, again.

Once he accepts the bundle from Anduin, Wrathion drops them to the ground. He's hardly ashamed to shift before the priest, though he doesn't waste any time in pulling the trousers on. Awkward as that is when he can't balance from one leg to the other without crumpling. He doesn't bother with the shirt for now, moving forward to slide his arm under Anduin's good one and give him support.

"Thank you for bringing these to me. Do you think you can make it back again?" Wrathion disdains to call the room they've been sharing home. Considers himself lucky that Anduin is as patient as he is. The dragon is far less inclined to be forgiving, but even so, he does his best to gently guide Anduin's weary footsteps back towards Godsblood proper.