When Saeril approached, Kili was quick to move his hand away from the wound to his leg. For a brief moment, he worried that she may have reprehended him, but she didn't. Instead, she helped block his injury from the others. This was a relief. With a faint smile to show his thanks, Kili moved over a little so that she could sit down too if she wished it.

Thorin was in discussion with Dwalin. The plan had been made: they would sneak out from Bard's, steal the weaponry needed, then leave towards the mountains. There was no time to rest, no time to sleep. The sooner they arrived to their destination, the better. Time was something they no longer had. 
"As soon as we have the weapons, we make straight for the mountain."