Maglor has been his brother's hands for so long now, that he could probably help his brother in his sleep, carefully unlatching plates and buckles and helping Maedhros shrug out of the heavy armor.

"Better." He hums in agreement - he can hear his heartbeat easier without platemail in the way.

"You know, we should find a place for you to rest and clean up. I am sure we can borrow a house if my old place is gone. You can have a shower - hot running water, Nelyo! And I will do your hair."