Tah had been on her own for awhile before joining up the Thoron's group. They had found her hiding from an Warg pack in a small cave. After much discussion they had decided to take her in. Tah had been with them ever since. Her father had known Thoron, he died the the fight for their mountain along with the many others who believed in their freedom. She rode a pony along the back of the group. Tah didn't talk much, only when needed. She partied and drink. Had fun like a dwarf would. But when things settled down she returned to an almost timid person.
As the group had stopped for the night she observed as Kili was the first to dismount from his horse. She knew right away something was up but didn't say a word about it. When she dismounted from her horse she took a quick look around to see if anyone else had noticed. But no one did. she shrugged it off. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he just wasn't feeling well from the long days ride. She ate and went to sleep.
Tah had woke up before anyone else and started cooking. She made breakfast, a stew that hopefully the whole group would like. She poured some into a bowl and set it beside Kili. Seeing how pale he had become made her worry. She didn't wake him however, to let him get his rest. When the young dwarf finially woke Tah was sitting by the pot stirring the stew slowly as so it wouldn't burn.

(I'm so sorry it took me so long. My mom got really sick, and I had to take care of her)