Anduin flicks his eyes up to meet Lan Wangji's, studying his expression for a long moment at his reply. Lan Wangji's thoughts are difficult to interpret -- the man does not give much away, on his face, in his mannerisms. Yet here he is, offering support. Anduin cannot begin to understand the reasoning behind it, but he is grateful nevertheless.
He offers his companion a soft, tired smile, nodding across the table at him in return.
"You have my thanks," he says, simply. "I know that I could not do this on my own."
Well. Perhaps he could, practically speaking. He had it described to him that the men guarding Rigarda were not skilled in the ways of magic. And Wrathion has already assured him that he will have his support, no matter what. But it is the principle of the thing. It is good to know that he is not alone, that he does have at least some support here in this strange city, far from home...
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He offers his companion a soft, tired smile, nodding across the table at him in return.
"You have my thanks," he says, simply. "I know that I could not do this on my own."
Well. Perhaps he could, practically speaking. He had it described to him that the men guarding Rigarda were not skilled in the ways of magic. And Wrathion has already assured him that he will have his support, no matter what. But it is the principle of the thing. It is good to know that he is not alone, that he does have at least some support here in this strange city, far from home...