Legolas heard those words, just before he was about to disappear, and it made him halt before turning his head back to look at her, once more. "You're welcome", he had managed to speak to her; this time, in a more softer way that was far from his usual cold tone. After a few seconds of looking, he then turned away, and walked out. 

Oin hurried to Kili's side, astonished to see how fast he was fading. The poison was unlike anything he was familiar with; it was too deep in his blood to withdraw, and Kili was pale as death itself. Even now, his eyes appeared clouded over and he was struggling less than before. "We're losing him", Oin feared what this may do to Fili and the rest of their kin. Dis would never forgive her brother if she found out Thorin had left his side for their quest -- no matter how important.

Bofur ran into the room, frazzled and out of breath from his run. "Will it work?", after having to already see the plants on the table. 

Saeril had a blank stare upon her face once she heard that Kili was nearly close to dying. She never wanted this to happen, and it was her fault that she sent the Orcs after them decades ago. However, once she remembered Bolg, the elder acted, taking the Kingsfoil from the table. "Hold him down, this will hurt", she finally said after she took a deep breath. She was desperate to see him well again, and she will not lose him at this time. Taking the Kingsfoil in some water, the other dwarves moved the squirming Kili back onto the table. Pressing the weed against his leg, Saeril applied pressure. 

"Menno o nin na honnen hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth", Saeril began to chant after a breath, with desperation in her voice. She looked down at the young dwarf, watching him, as she recited the chant. "Menno o nin na honnen hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth"