There are...a lot of pieces still that should be put back together. It's slow progress. Maglor could still stand to gain a few pounds. But there's a bit more substance to him these days than when he'd first arrived on the platform.

Lips twitch at the soothing hush and his breath eases. Some of the desperation, oddly, lessens. "Staying on the VoidTrecker with you would be enough for me." He has a lot more here than what was left to him on Middle-Earth.