The gesture did not go unnoticed for its worth. Anduin's smile deepened and he nodded his head in quiet appreciation for seeing it. While he didn't see himself as a great commander, he had a very real interest in people as a whole, and Thassarian would be eagerly counted amongst them. Future-subjects, allies. He would grow into the role even if it was an awkward fit for the time being.

The question drew his interest immediately, and the boy keenly studied Thassarian before glancing away in thought, counting the time.

"Months," he said at last, a faint trace of regret tinging his voice. "It has been months, and my father was here before me, and when I arrived. He's returned home though, if the tablet is to be believed." Anduin swept a hand towards the tablet he too-often neglected and then offered Thassarian a decidedly sheepish grin.

"There seemed to be more here when I first arrived. I'm not sure if that is a comfort or something to find disturbing." Because who in their right mind would ever wish this place on others, even if they didn't know them directly? Most anyone there would give anything to be back home - even if the safety in "Safe and sound" was only a relative thing.