If the others are safe then Anduin has no leg to stand on, his own concerns naturally falling to others rather than himself. There's little room for argument and Wrathion prompting about injury only serves to get the message across; in this state he would be more hindrance than help. Especially if there is a large enough rescue party to be dealing with things.

"Not quite, though they have done something to my arm. I know that whatever this is, it pales on comparison to what happened to some of the others."

Anduin doesn't know all the specifics, but from the glimpses he'd seen and the things he'd heard he knows that a sore arm could be considered a win. Just thinking about it has him flexing his new fingers, blue gaze briefly glancing at the hand that is now as part of him as any other limb. What had been the purpose?

"If our enemy is not here and the others have been rescued then I see no reason to loiter."