As Bard finally gave them permission to enter, Oin lead them inside. With Bofur's help, they cleared the table off so that Kili might be set down. Kili was already perspiring from fever; the poison was flowing in his blood and making him deathly ill as a result.

"Set the lad down here," Oin told Saeril, as she carefully set Kili on the table, which only resulted in the youngest to cry out. Face ashen, Kili struggled against them, and he was starting to panic when he felt Oin remove the bloodied bandaging around his leg. “I need herbs, something to bring down his fever.” Oin looked to Bard, hopeful that their host might have such items on hand. Not in his right state of mind, Kili was putting up quite a fight while trying to get away from the hands that were holding him down.

Bard was frantically searching through what he had in a cabinet. "I have nightshade...feverfew...", he was looking fast, and Saeril was trying to keep it together, almost beginning to pace back and forth. "That's not good enough", she breathlessly told him. Her heart was beating quickly; images of Bolg were coming to her, and silent anger slowly boiled within her. All she could do was keep it locked up. However, Kili's cries of pain weren't helping. "Do you have any kingsfoil?", she rushed to say. 

"No, it’s a weed. We feed it to the pigs", Bard explained while he frantically searched for other medicine. "Pigs?", Bofur then gets an idea. "Don’t move", he told to Kili, which Saeril didn't really think it was necessary. She knew how to heal, but she wasn't sure if she could do it; she would be nowhere as talented as Yavanna either. The elder never felt so conflicted. 

Oin shook his head as he looked the injury over. In all his years as a healer, he'd never seen an injury quite like this one. There was more to this than a flesh wound; Kili had been poisoned. "There's little I can do for him until Bofur gets back," he admitted fretfully, then jumped in surprise as Kili nearly kicked him. "Lad! Hold on, now! We're trying to help!" No amount of talking was getting through to Kili, he was too wrought with pain and fading fast. At this point, he was paler than both the princess and Saeril, combined.

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Oin turned his attention to the two she-elves, and he held onto the hope that they might have that would help Kili. "You must have something...can you take this sickness from him?", he asked Yavanna.