Anduin flicks his eyes away once he recognises Wrathion is shifting to his visage, turning to give him some modicum of privacy. He doesn't really know if he cares either way, but it feels polite to do so. The touch to his arm, then, catches him off guard. He blinks at Wrathion, frowning as he flicks his eyes over him -- inspecting him for damage.

"Yes," he confirms, "but we'll need some supplies. Something to disinfect our injuries, some bandages. If you can't put weight on that leg you'll need a support."

All things that Anduin doesn't have. They'll need something to eat, too, to regain their strength -- but he thinks he does at least have some dried meat saved up.