He doesn't have to pace, which is oddly a relief. Instead, Maglor watches his brother intently, still not quite able to believe the other is really here. And he plucks at his harp, making an attempt to help soothe Maedhros into being able to sit somewhere, if not actually rest.

He doesn't care much about eating, himself, (as how thin he is makes clear) but he approves his brother taking a few bites here and there.