Kili couldn't help but wonder why Thorin didn't seem happy to see him. The youngest was overjoyed to find his kin alive and well, but Thorin hardly seemed phased by his being there. If not for Saeril, he would have died from infection. Didn't Thorin realize how close he'd been to losing him?
Despite his doubts, he resumed his usual role and masked any fears he had with a smile. Things would be alright, wouldn't they?

Thorin looked towards Saeril, almost sluggishly as if he hadn't quite heard her. Bilbo watched from a distance, his brows knit with concern. There was something terribly wrong with the king.

"What is it?" Thorin's attention was on her, but only briefly. He took notice that the others were, in his opinion, idle. "Look at them...they act as if they do not realize what is at stake," he mumbled, voice low before he turned back to face the she-elf. "We've yet to find the Arkenstone...I cannot rule without it."