[He nods, briefly. It is not something that he feels it safe to comment on, not in a castle where he does not yet know where ears might hear, not through seeing stones such as these that might be overseen by another.

But though Celegorm's words might have swayed him more than he would admit, even to himself, he does not trust the queen that brought them here, does loathe that her son has sworn himself to her. He may be less decided in his answers, but Maglor's words still ring true to him.]

But I am not her, and I am not your brother; and I desire to speak with your companions, if only briefly. [His voice is softer now, beckoning.] I worry for you, Makalaurë, and my heart will rest easier if I would know those whose company you share. [It is not a lie at all; not the full truth, maybe, but close enough to be honest.]