Tauriel sheathed her knives, hesitating when she heard Kili groan in pain. Both races were at odds, but Tauriel took no pleasure in the suffering of others. Especially not one so young. 
Shaking her head slightly, Tauriel turned to follow Legolas from the home. "He will not make it," she predicted quietly, feeling oddly guilty for leaving though there was nothing she could do on her own. 

Oin hurried to Kili's side, astonished to see how fast he was fading. The poison was unlike anything he was familiar with; it was too deep in his blood to withdraw, and Kili was pale as death itself. Even now, his eyes appeared clouded over and he was struggling less than before. 
"We're losing him!" Oin feared what this may do to Fili and the rest of their kin. Dis would never forgive her brother if she found out Thorin had left his side for their quest -- no matter how important.

Bofur ran into the room, frazzled and out of breath from his run. "Here!" Quickly, he offered the kingsfoil to Saeril to inspect. Since she was an elf, he knew she'd have better insight as to what it was and if it would be useful. "Will it work??"