And the dragon wants to protest. He was there in Pandaria. Wrathion saw all the pain of mending that Anduin went through, though the human bore it quite well. (He isn't certain that he would have done the same, had the circumstances been that Wrathion was the one injured so grievously.)

That would do no good. Surely Anduin has had any number of people wanting to protect him. To shelter him. Especially with his social rank. Wrathion knows that would do no good either. Not for Anduin, who would (and should, the dragon thinks) lead the Alliance one day. Slowly, carefully, Wrathion shakes his head--but it's in agreement.

"You're right, Anduin. I don't need to. It's a selfish desire, I'm good at that, aren't I?" A little self-deprecation. Wrathion is well aware of how he is, even if he doesn't admit to it save for a fraction of the time to Anduin--and to most others, not at all.

Perhaps Ebyssian, but his brother is not here. Anduin is. And, it seems, the priest at least wants to attempt to work together again. How many chances will the dragon get? Wrathion's general state of mind is if he's on thin ice, he may as well dance across it, but this is one bond he does not particularly want broken.