[ 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.
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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Not when it's you.
[ A soft confession. This, he can allow. Anduin he trusts, above everyone else. Anduin he will always trust. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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[ 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? ]
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[ 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.
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[ Given the history of their world, dragons, the undead, and undead dragons specifically.
Anduin's brow furrows tighter. The impending question looms. ]
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... 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. ]
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[ 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?
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[ Surely Anduin sees where this is going? ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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We have to try.
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... Thank you.
[ For this, for agreeing to help, for... everything. ]
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[ 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?
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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. ]
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A powerful healing technique. I could be persuaded.