Gandalf's timing could not have been better. As the trolls turned to stone, Kili sat himself up. Help had finally arrived, all thanks to Bilbo and his clever thinking. Perhaps he had been right to send their burglar after all. The youngest Durin smiled sheepishly as Saeril freed him from the sack, and he offered his brother a hand up before retrieving his weapon. "Well, considering everything...I believe this worked out quite well."

Dwalin looked to Kili, a light scowl of disgust upon his face. "You weren't the one roasting over the fire, lad." The tattooed dwarf found his axe and knives, then went to help Bilbo free the ponies. 
Despite the fact that everyone had made it unharmed, Thorin was not pleased, and he wanted answers as to what happened. Once he sheathed his sword, he looked to Gandalf. "Where did you go, if I may ask?"