I do not know. [ He shrugs, and something flickers through his expression, something old and tired. If Mira pays attention, there is a ring on Maglor's finger, too, old and worn, rose gold in a simple twisted pattern. ]

We are still not ourselves, I deem, so... perhaps, and perhaps not.

[ To Eric he only shakes his head a little ]

There is no need of apologies. You feared for your beloved - who amongst us can say with certainty that they would not have been tempted to do the same under similar constraints? I have known what it is to be compelled, and I do not begrudge you the actions you took in your despair.