Kili ate his breakfast in silence. Beorn was intimidating, yet completely interesting. His tall form hovered above them, and his low voice supassed even Thorin's. 
Still tired, Kili leaned into Saeril a little bit, taking care to listen in. The youngest's brown eyes landed towards Beorn's wrists, and he frowned in concern. What had caused this?

Thorin looked to Beorn as he spoke, an eyebrow raised. "You know of Azog? How?" The very name of his enemy boiled his blood, though he kept himself in check. This was their host, one good enough to have offered them a meal along with shelter.

Similar to Kili, Bilbo couldn't help but notice the evidence of shackled wounds around Beorn's wrists. Unlike Kili, Bilbo was quick to advert his gaze.