For one he doubted wasn't touched often, certainly not with affection, France felt Maglor did well. And he was patient, and when Maglor eventually leaned just a little into the hug, his heart nearly burst with joy and relief.

France did sigh then, and settled back against the headboard once more, though gently tugged to get Maglor to follow.

"This much I know without doubt. They are well, and led well. Earwen would scold you for doubting her skill, and Artanis...Galadriel would as well."

And that was the only reason he'd left. Knowing and trusting his people would still be taken care of and looked after in his absence.