Elros had taken a seat beside Maedhros on the bed, supplies right at hand. The soft song didn't break, and he didn't let the hand jerk out of his.

The attempt at tease brought a fond chuckle, just for Maedhros' sake. "A King should tend those he loves, as I am now."

He bent and kissed washed fingertips.

"It is safe. Will you eat something for me? Just a bit of broth." Because he knew how his foster father was, and it wouldn't take a genius to see much else would go down and stay down.