Khadgar's lips pressed together in a thin line when Greymane had proposed a much more subtle method of handling the plague and Blightcaller being the leader of it. Of course, he wanted to refute it and point out that they'd be more likely to cease if Khadgar had been the one to be there, but somehow he doubted the Worgen would come to agree with him. After all, he seemed very insistent on Khadgar resting if he had to.

“I said I would rest part of the time,” he pointed out, though he had a feeling that like with most things it would be a futile argument against the other, “not completely. I have work to do that does demand my attention.”

“I worry because you seem to be in a rush to follow after Varian,” Khadgar finally said, replying to the first comment about the medic favouring him for his clear dislike of the man's foolhardy charge into everything when those around him truly didn't know if there was more of a danger.

A sigh expelled itself from the Archmage and he let his shoulders slump as he lifted his hands from Genn's wrists and then used one to rub the bridge of his nose. Things were happening and he didn't think he truly had the time to rest because Greymane was petty and seemed to want to make him suffer from the idleness along with him.