[ Whatever his emotions concerning his father (and there are many, and range from blackest fury through to desperate love), that voice and tone have always garnered obedience, and so it is now. Maglor's answer is calm, and almost impersonal, only the faintest tremor betraying him. He does not even think to lie. ]

It has been... Perhaps a week? Yes, a week, perhaps a bit more. I am being slowly re-accustomed to the burden of regret after putting it aside. It is nothing, atarinya - I will be well. [ Probably. Eventually. In time. Perhaps. ]