Saeril made a quiet, frustrated groan at the company's displeasure in such weapons. Stubbornness kills them all; it was in their Dwarvish blood. Not to say that they are the only ones. The she-elf maneuvered herself so she was right in front of her injured godson, already expressing such pity, and silent fear within her eyes, already knowing what this wound would do to him later on, if not treated immediately. But she couldn't do it in front of the company, for the sake of Kili not to be a let-down. She understood his predicament, and she felt his pain. Kneeling down to his level, she was careful to block the sight of his leg to anyone, and placed a hand on top of his rested one. 

"You can't leave", Bard protested. "What did you say?", Dwalin demanded of receiving such a threat. anger. "There are spies watching this house, and probably every dock and wharf in the town. We must wait till nightfall", he explained whike looking out the window.