His arm. Wrathion nods, eyes lingering on it as he thinks. Anduin is unable to cast, and with his arm injured he'd struggle to defend himself too.

"The way back is long," he warns, "with plenty of our doll friends littering the halls. Have you been elsewhere in this facility? Do you know if it has another exit?"

One that might be quicker to get to? Or, potentially, safer -- assuming all the dolls are mostly behind them? This was a shelter, he recalls. How are the shelters built? Do they normally only have the one entrance and exit door? Having it be back up into the building seems... unwise, should the building collapse. Then again, these people had peculiar ideas about how things should be done. He couldn't be sure they didn't think that way.