Just the limp, and if I rest I'll be fine. [Not that he is resting now, exactly, but it is restful compared to raiding Achamoth and otherwise fighting, so as he said, he'd be fine. Wrathion laughs, then.]

I'm sure Anduin will be happy to know he helped you. We're both still sort of recuperating, I suppose. I was going to offer my help in trying to figure out what to do about that corruption, but...seeing as he's a priest, I thought he might have some thoughts on it as well.

[There's more than that to be said, but the dragon thinks it's better to wait until they're actually at the boarding house where he and Anduin have holed up, for now. It's nothing much to speak of, and Wrathion wastes no time in escorting Claude through the common room and up the stairs to the second floor. He knocks on the door two down from the stairway before turning the knob, calling out as he steps in.]

Anduin, I'm back. You might remember Claude?