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[massrez]

☙INBOX text ♔ audio ♙ video ♔ action Kindly leave your missives and they will be responded to with utmost haste. May you walk in the Light.

Done this day by my hand, King Anduin Llane Wrynn

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[massrez]

[ That draws his focus for a moment, eyes flickering open to peer at Wrathion. ]

Well it's good to hear you're still capable of joking. Must not be that bad, then.

[ Still, the moment the skin looks less painful to touch, he does just that. Touching his fingertips to Wrathion's arm, less to heal and more to...comfort, he supposes. Even if the dragon doesn't need it, strictly speaking. ]

I admit, I was a little worried.

[blackscales]

Dragons are tough.

[ Nothing to worry about, surely? All the same, a new wave of tension does pass through him at the touch to his arm.

Yes, fine, it hurts, but it's being healed now isn't it? So it will be fine soon. ]

[massrez]

Very tough. And we're dealing with madness every day, it seems. Things that don't care how tough we are. So, I worry.

[ There's a pause, before the hand on his arm shifts briefly upwards. Touching the edge Wrathion's jaw instead as his brows lift high. ]

It's not a bad thing, having someone concerned for your well-being.

[blackscales]

[ Wrathion's eyes half-lid, face turning into the touch. It's soothing, even without the gift of the light. ]

Not when it's you.

[ A soft confession. This, he can allow. Anduin he trusts, above everyone else. Anduin he will always trust. ]

[massrez]

So.

[ Quietly he leans closer, forehead bumping against Wrathion's. Taking a moment or two for this grounding is something he hadn't known he needed. As for the dragon...

This is a delicate line, he knows. But it's something worth walking that tight rope for. ]

...If this is all you really wanted, I don't mind. But we're meant to be doing this together, now, whether we're at each other's sides or not.

Tell me what I can do to help.

[blackscales]

[ Together.

Somehow, having help is still such a novel concept. He slips his good arm around Anduin, allows his eyes to close. ]

... There is something.

[ Quiet, hesitant. He's... uncertain how Anduin will respond. ]

[massrez]

Go on.

[ Clearly, whatever it is has some weight to it, if Wrathion's tone is anything to go by.

Still, what could he ask that Anduin would refuse? ]

[blackscales]

You are aware there is an undead dragon who travels with us.

[ Irenia. She is... quite large and hard to miss. ]

She is only kept... animated by a connection to a member of our party. If he leaves, as many of us intend to soon, she will cease to be once more.

[massrez]

I am. I wasn't sure what your feelings on that were, but I imagined they were...complicated.

[ Given the history of their world, dragons, the undead, and undead dragons specifically.

Anduin's brow furrows tighter. The impending question looms. ]

[blackscales]

[ Complicated is a mild way to put it. ]

... She was raised by an undead lord here, and kept under his control. A slave, used to attack as he saw fit. I freed her of that control.

[ ... As much as he could. She's still... bound to them, obviously. That isn't true freedom, he knows. ]

[massrez]

A kindness, I'm sure. Though she remains undead, all the same.

[ Not something to hold against someone, inherently. After all, Anduin had known benevolent undead in his time, enough to give him some hope for their kind.

Quietly, his hand falls away, drawing back to give Wrathion his full attention. ]

...what would you have us do?

[blackscales]

... Matthias is trying to raise his daughter. The beacons he controls have a lot of high power restorative magic around them.

[ Surely Anduin sees where this is going? ]

[massrez]

[ It doesn't take much to see what he's hinting at here. Or why it would be important to him. ]

We could try.

[ He doesn't feel certain. It's something that is possible, he knows that much from past experience. His father. Calia.... ]

But if it doesn't go the way we hope, we need to be prepared for that as well.

[blackscales]

I'm aware.

[ It is, of course, horribly possible that things will go awry. That Irenia may not survive, or may lose her mind, or come under someone's control -- all of that and more. ]

But I have to try.

[ This is his best idea, and he cannot leave her. ]

[massrez]

[ A quiet falls over the pair of them, before Anduin's hand falls to cover Wrathion's own. ]

We have to try.

[blackscales]

[ He nods, turning his hand to gently squeeze Anduin's. ]

... Thank you.

[ For this, for agreeing to help, for... everything. ]

[massrez]

You only ever have to ask. I'm here, for you. Whatever it is you need.

[ Anduin hesitates, before leaning closer. His lips brush gently against Wrathion's cheek before he eases back once again, a deep breath taken. ]

So. Anything else I should have a look at?

[blackscales]

[ Ah.

Well.

Wrathion's hand tightens around Anduin's, holding on. ]

That depends. Will you kiss it better?

[ If so, he is ready and willing to invent new injuries. ]

[massrez]

[ His own laughter catches him by surprise, as he shakes his head. ]

A powerful healing technique. I could be persuaded.