[The dragon listens to all this, the expression on his face impassive. Mostly, because it's draconic, and it isn't as mobile as a humanoid face would be. But his thoughts are also cast back to the Dragonqueen.

Then again, he was fair certain that Alexstrasza still had consorts, even if her favorite had sacrificed himself. Still had family and was venerated all over Azeroth as the Life-Binder, a champion of all things good.]

The answer, then, is that I must attend you as soon as I possibly can. Amends must be made. I shall do so, I swear it.

[He doesn't bow in dragon form, but Wrathion lowers his head, which is as good as bowing, for his kind.]