A look at the arms tells Barcus this is not from a simple mining accident, not unless it involved a catastrophic explosion or a long while pinned under rock. Put that together with the obvious fact that Maedhros is a warrior, and it paints a sorrowful picture. He's tempted to hold onto him longer, as if that could soothe the remnants of suffering, but he doesn't try. Not now.

"Well, I'm curious, but I also don't want to darken the mood of a pretty evening," he says.

The work of strapping the arm on done, he helps to roll the elf's sleeve back down, then steps back, stretching, and looks him over as if to admire his own work. "It suits, I think," he says. "And maybe I will build you an upgrade some day, or maybe you'll get your own from home, but for now it'll do."