"I'm fine! Not harmed at all." For now, at least. One never really did know when an overzealous sort might decide he needed to be stabbed for the crime of being of the Black Dragonflight, but since that hadn't happened here yet, Wrathion wasn't being overly cautious.

"You are too?" Not that he couldn't tell--Anduin smelled unharmed, or at least he didn't smell blood--but...well. That could be strictly because they both knew little to nothing about the way things were here. Unsettling at the best of times, but Wrathion knows how soft-hearted Anduin is, and where his thoughts and worries would turn.

"Are you concerned about Stormwind?" If he couldn't repair things, at least he could attempt to take Anduin's mind off what might, or might not, be happening elsewhere. Assuming their world hadn't actually been destroyed...