[Don't you get pushy with him mister. Thorin will stand from the bed and head to the door.]

We will leave tomorrow. I already told you, you are resting today. Bloody and blistered feet are no good for travel. [Even though he does have a pony and they could share it, still. He's going to be stubborn about this.]

I will bring lunch, you will stay in bed.

[Thorin will say firmly, no arguing, young man!]