Concern flashes through him at the obvious pain and he starts to step forward to offer a shoulder, but stops. She might not accept it, even with all that's been said and not said, done and not done.

Maglor quirks another faint, wry smile- at least she sees some humor in the whole mess. "You have much left to see, cousin." He tries for some reassurance.

"There are three who could command me here. And all three have at the least implied they wish me to continue, and so I will obey their wishes." But the hand she stretches out to him, and her request has him close the last distance between them and offer a shoulder and supporting arm.

"I will not fall."