He is holding a toddler in his lap. She is sucking on a blanket, eyes closed. It has taken a long time to get her to sleep. Even at a young age she can tell that something is wrong.
He does not know where Frerin is, but he is sure that this feeling of pain is inside of him also. It has only been hours since they lost so much.
In the sky there is no fire, and for that he is happy.
A cry suddenly escapes his sister's lips. Quickly, he looks down. She is pointing at a star.
Thorin looks up. One twinkles brighter than the others. He pulls her up onto his shoulders, and she leans back her head, a delighted cry leaving her lips.
Some part of him wonders if she will forget Erebor. His mind churns over whether or not that is a bad thing.
From the corner of his eyes he can see destruction on all corners. The dragon has hurt many miles of land. It seems the beast wanted more than just his kingdom, but also for his people and the ones of Dale to suffer.
Dis keeps pointing at stars and making happy noises. He follows along her small finger.
To avoid any unneeded pain, he keeps his gaze upwards.