[i]War[/i]. The words hit Kili like a wall of bricks. This wasn't at all how he envisioned Erebor -- he'd often fantasized aiding his uncle and brother defend their kingdom from Smaug and enemy orcs. Not the people of Laketown. 
This could easily be avoided, if only Thorin would stay true to his word...but he wouldn't. He wouldn't listen to reason, nor would he give anyone a word in edgewise. Kin or not.

Troubled, Kili said nothing, and then his gaze rested upon their godmother from across the room. She had just turned to leave, as had Thorin, Bilbo, and a few other dwarves. Bilbo was doing his best to speak sense into the king, but Kili knew better. Bilbo would not get very far.

"I'm going to check on Delva, Fili." Kili looked to his brother, concerned for his well being. "Get some rest, alright? You've been on your feet all day...you must be exhausted." The youngest gave his shoulder a brief squeeze, and he promised not to confront Thorin again, if only to put Fili's mind at ease. This was by no means a lie -- Kili didn't have a desire to face Thorin. Not right now. He needed to seek Saeril's advice.

Kili made his way back towards the room, and he spotted Saeril up ahead. Quickening his pace, he fell into step alongside of her, peering up at her through his dark bangs. "You heard, didn't you?" Kili knew that she had; he could tell by the way she carried herself.