[Thorin doesn't like the sound of that one bit. He'll frown sharply, but chew a bit more on their lunch. So then, a human was admiring his nephew was he? Better they were leaving tomorrow then, he didn't need any human trying to get friendly with Kili. And not in the way he'd rather the humans were friendly with them.]
Do not fret over it. We shall be gone by the morrow.
[Besides, Kili, you're staying in bed, the human won't touch you.]
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Do not fret over it. We shall be gone by the morrow.
[Besides, Kili, you're staying in bed, the human won't touch you.]