"I was well aware of the risks involved." Thorin spat, angered that Saeril should dare to speak her mind. Aside from Dwalin, no one had dared attempt to speak sense into him, and the gold sickness was taking an ugly toll. 

"They were risks I had to take, and would take again. I would not expect you to understand." The words turned somewhat bitter, and then his steely gaze landed towards the others. "We have reclaimed the mountain, but our quest is far from over. The Arkenstone must be found. Dwalin, take Ori, Bifur, and Bombur. The rest of you, search the rooms connecting to this one. It's here...I can sense it."
Now that the orders were given, Thorin looked back to her, his expression void of emotion. "You have fulfilled your promise...Fili and Kili have arrived safely. Should you wish to stay, I will not stop you...but there will be no further talk about Laketown, or the blasted dragon...is that clear?"