Anduin considers Wrathion a long moment, then nods. Whatever he finds, if they need something else they'll find a way.
"I'll see you there," he says, and begins to move.
His progress through Godsblood is slow, but persistent. Anduin has determination. He still remembers the pain of recovery from the Divine Bell, the slow progress of strength returning to his muscles, the frustration and misery of weakness.
He can endure far worse than this.
He sits down heavily on the cheap bedding, shuffling things so he can put some behind himself to carefully prop himself up as much as he can without putting pressure on anything. One-handed, Anduin rifles through his bag for some dried meat to chew on to try and give himself some energy while he waits. He could begin pulling things away to get a better look, but he doesn't want to irritate anything too much when he isn't certain how long Wrathion will take to return.
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"I'll see you there," he says, and begins to move.
His progress through Godsblood is slow, but persistent. Anduin has determination. He still remembers the pain of recovery from the Divine Bell, the slow progress of strength returning to his muscles, the frustration and misery of weakness.
He can endure far worse than this.
He sits down heavily on the cheap bedding, shuffling things so he can put some behind himself to carefully prop himself up as much as he can without putting pressure on anything. One-handed, Anduin rifles through his bag for some dried meat to chew on to try and give himself some energy while he waits. He could begin pulling things away to get a better look, but he doesn't want to irritate anything too much when he isn't certain how long Wrathion will take to return.