"It will." Kili spoke with more confidence than he felt. Erebor hadn't solved their problems, it created them. "If Delva asks about it, tell her that I fell, alright? It's true. I did fall." Lying wasn't something Kili enjoyed, but for the sake of all involved, dodging around the truth was better than coming clean.

Face still throbbing from the contact of his uncle's mighty fist, Kili started to follow after his uncle and Dwalin, though he took care not to venture too close. Thorin was still upset with him, and he didn't fancy the idea of being struck twice. The fact that it happened once was difficult enough for him to comprehend, and the threat to have he and Delva banished made his stomach knot up.[i] He doesn't care about us anymore, [/i] the youngest decided, watching Thorin through saddened eyes. [i]Only the Arkenstone.[/i] At the realization, Kili felt himself grow tempted to search for the elusive stone once and for all, desperate to win his uncle back. For now, he hung back with Fili, watching Bard from afar.

Thorin followed Dwalin, choosing to forget the episode with his youngest nephew. It was as if his sister's sons did not exist to him; no one did, really. Thorin could not afford to waste time arguing when they should have been searching. 
As Bard made the announcement of his arrival, he growled lowly, already on the defensive. "What is it that you have come to discuss with me?" He viewed Bard with contempt, awaiting his explanation for such a visit.