As they got dressed in warmer clothes. They were grateful, to be in something much warmer. Thorin's jaw clenched slightly as he heard Bard. "Every Dwarf knows the tale." he told him simply. The Bargeman was starting to get a little on his nerves. "Our weapons?" he demanded, with a slight raised eyebrow. They had after all paid him, Bard had yet to give them protection.
"Then you should know, that the arrow loosened a scale under his right wing. One more shot and he would have killed the beast." Bain said looking at the Dwarves.

Meanwhile, Yavanna had asked Sigrid and Tilda permission, to use some herbs from the Kitchen. She really needed to attend to Kili's wound as soon as possible. If the poison was in his system, she could slow it down... little and start the healing process; until she would find the desired plant, she needed. But what would be her luck; that what she desired, would be here in Lake Town? She hoped so.
As Tilda got Yavanna some fresh, clean clothes to use for bandages and such. Yavanna had found some good herbs to use...she let them soak in fresh water. The natural healing properties...would be in the water. Acting as an antiseptic. Carrying what she needed over to Kili, she smiled up at her dear-friend. "I'll be gentle as possible." she promised him.
Kili nodded; he trusted Yavanna. She knew what she was doing...since she was a healer. As she carefully undone the bandage, throwing it away as it was dirty, from poisoned blood. She carefully lifted up the pant leg...so she could get a better look at the wound. Kili bit the bottom of his lip. He felt the pain rush through him again...but didn't flinch. Yavanna's touch was gentle...careful. It seemed like the bleeding had stopped. Dipping one cloth, into the herbal water. She gently began to wash his wound. Her touch delicate. She felt Kili flinch a little and she began to hum to him softly. Before singing in Elvish. Quenya to be exact. The Language of Rivendell people. But Yavanna was educated in different dialects. Speaking mainly in Quenya and Sindarin. She knew a little Silvan.
Kili listened to Yavanna's singing. He did not know, what the song was about. But her voice was tender, soft like silk...beautiful. It was almost, as if her singing were a healing spell of it's own. It helped him take his mind off the pain, finding it rather soothing. The two young girls, enjoyed the Princess' singing...watching her in curiosity. Bilbo smiled as he heard Yavanna...the girl was really a god-send. He wondered, what the girl could not do. 
As Yavanna cleaned Kili's wound carefully and thoroughly. She then wrapped his leg, in a clear fresh bandage. Before uttering a few soft, words. Her hand glowed a little...as it brushed over the bandage on Kili's leg. A small healing spell, that would help fight the poison in his system. Giving him more time, to fight.


Tauriel saw how Legolas, was debating what to do. Not that she could blame the young Prince. He was loyal to his people, to their home. But they were a part of this world, they couldn't leave it to doom. She began to make her way towards Lake Town. Knowing, if and when he made up his mind, that he would follow her.