Anduin could at least agree with the sensation of this place being upsetting; especially the smell. The fact that every time they passed out was preceded by the same disgusting scent would be something that remained with Anduin for a long time, along with the sensation of being made to sit in a cramped space for the last few days.
He sees movement in the room and holds his breath; either it's some kind of rescue or their captors have come to finish the job. He needs to be ready to fight if the latter is the case, to kick and scream and go down fighting like any Wrynn would. If he could look his father in the eye and say he did his best then Anduin would accept it.
Luckily for Wrathion the young King recognises his friend before it comes to that; eyes widening a fraction as the reality sinks in. They're going to be leaving this place, away from those responsible, breathing in fresh air again —
"I can walk." Anduin keeps his own voice low but can't help the sharp hiss of pain as Wrathion's hands touch his new arm, the pain instant and swift enough to let Anduin know he'll have to look when they get out of there. He shakes his head to clear to refocus, sighing when the lack of weight reminds him of something else he lost. Hair. How much he'd teased Wrathion about having to cut his....
"We can leave, but perhaps we should find those responsible and make sure they aren't able to do this again." With that Anduin is already making a move to get out of the cage, grimacing as his body begins to protest the sudden exercise. It's not as if he's been pain free all his life, Anduin knows he'll just have to suffer it a bit longer.
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He sees movement in the room and holds his breath; either it's some kind of rescue or their captors have come to finish the job. He needs to be ready to fight if the latter is the case, to kick and scream and go down fighting like any Wrynn would. If he could look his father in the eye and say he did his best then Anduin would accept it.
Luckily for Wrathion the young King recognises his friend before it comes to that; eyes widening a fraction as the reality sinks in. They're going to be leaving this place, away from those responsible, breathing in fresh air again —
"I can walk." Anduin keeps his own voice low but can't help the sharp hiss of pain as Wrathion's hands touch his new arm, the pain instant and swift enough to let Anduin know he'll have to look when they get out of there. He shakes his head to clear to refocus, sighing when the lack of weight reminds him of something else he lost. Hair. How much he'd teased Wrathion about having to cut his....
"We can leave, but perhaps we should find those responsible and make sure they aren't able to do this again." With that Anduin is already making a move to get out of the cage, grimacing as his body begins to protest the sudden exercise. It's not as if he's been pain free all his life, Anduin knows he'll just have to suffer it a bit longer.
"Did you see any of them on the way in?"