Medivh tried shifting position so that he was leaning more against the high arm of the couch, sitting so that he could face Khadgar directly and fold his legs in front of him. "Ah...a priest. Hm, they grow so fast don't they?" He mused as an aside. He had never met Anduin, but his father - he knew of from afar in Stormwind. Varian was only a young boy at the time.

Wait...it registered what Khadgar said. He spoke of Varian in the past tense and his expression fell as realization set in. "Varian?" He sighed and shook his head. "No..." He was silent for several long moments, eyes lowered. "I hadn't seen him since he was a young lad." He turned his head away. "I also know about his father Llane. And Lothar. I hope they all find peace." He also knew about the sacking of Stormwind too...and the idea of seeing it again, soothed the initial ache of loss.

He nodded after a moment, looking up at Khadgar's small smile. "I would like to see Stormwind yes...." He murmured softly. "It has been so long." Stormwind was more of a home to him than Dalaran could ever be. It was where he grew up with Llane and Lothar. It was the time of his life where he could be a boy and things were normal - before everything went down hill when he turned 14. He offered a small smile back though it didn't quite reach his eyes - not wanting to worry Khadgar about his mental state. He'd survived worse.