Kili smiled lightly as Saeril tried to cheer him as he had tried to cheer her. "I just want you to be careful -- Mum would want you to be careful, too," he reminded her, then returned the hug, troubled by all that had happened. Thorin had regained consciousness, at least. Considering all that had happened, they were lucky. All of them.

With Dwalin and Bofur's help, Thorin regained his footing, but he shrugged them off, eyes settled to Bilbo first.
“You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!"

Bilbo could only stare, his mouth going dry as Thorin approached him. This was perhaps the the most angry he had seen him, and he could barely utter a response in which to defend himself.
"Did I not say that you would be a burden?" Thorin questioned, his voice stern. "That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?” To the surprise of all present, he pulled Bilbo into an embrace. “I have never been so wrong in all my life. I am sorry I doubted you.”
Bilbo, still shocked, returned the hug. “N-no, I would have doubted me too." The hobbit managed a light smile, his relief evident. "I’m not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar.”

The company chuckled at his response, and then Thorin's steely gaze landed towards Saeril as he released Bilbo from the hug. As much as he despised elves, Saeril had proven herself far different than Thranduil. 
"And you," he approached her, humbled by his own mistakes. "I have misjudged you, and I have not been fair...for that, I am sorry." Again, he apologized, and the company watched in awe.  Thorin seldom apologized; dwarves were stubborn by nature, and he had more reason than most to have a chip on his shoulder. 
"You risked yourself to save my life...and you've saved the life of my nephew. I owe you a great debt."