A sensation of relief follows the armor being lifted from his shoulders. He wears it far too often - sometimes he even sleeps in it - but he trusts what Maglor says. He is safe here. He can let down his guard.

Besides, embraces are wrong somehow with the armor in the way. Maedhros wants to feel his brother warm and alive. That too is a comfort.

"In the house...?" he smiles in surprise, "What are we waiting for? I will feel more myself that way."

There is still dried blood mixed in with his hair and on his skin. To be rid of it would be nice.