Anduin shifted in place, the serious expression still on his face. "It's a lot to think about," he admitted, "but with all your secrets, I feel like this one wasn't as well kept." The serious expression faded and he smiled, if only a bit. "I've been thinking about it, too. High Reaches... Well, it will always be my home. But, even if I wanted to go back, they do need our help here." He looked at the hand holding his, giving Wrathion's a squeeze in return. The poor man looked as if he was expecting Anduin to turn him away for wanting something that Anduin might not want.
Maybe one day he'd be confident that Anduin wouldn't do something like that, especially over something so small.
"Let's stay, then."