Kili was disappointed to have been denied the details, but he understood, and he realized that he may have been a bit too bold in his asking. The battle must have brought back painful memories for all involved. "I'm sorry," he apologized for any insensitivity he may have shown; it hurt him to see their Delva so very troubled. How could he sleep if he knew he may have upset her? The youngest closed his eyes for a time, but no rest would come to him. "Tomorrow should be nice." This was his attempt to change the subject, and hopefully lift his godmother's spirits somewhat. 

"Hm. No. I believe it will rain." Bilbo passed by them, as he had to retrieve his coat from Myrtle's saddle. It was cooler than he was used to. "Smells like rain, at least..." The hobbit mumbled some to himself, then returned to his bedroll, disturbed by the stories told to him.

Leave it to Bilbo. Kili grimaced lightly, then thought again. "Well, at least that way we won't be hot." As much as he could, he tried to be optimistic about their circumstances.