Well that's a good start, certainly and Kili echoes the gesture keeping his hands far, far away from any weapons on his person, his palms turned toward the doctor. He'd never known a dwarven healer to not take up arms when it was needed, but those were dwarves. Not many of them couldn't wield an axe if they so chose. To give the man what he hoped would be a comforting distance, Kili takes a couple short steps back.

"Never seen anyone turn down a weapon before," he replies with a confused grimace. "You could do with armor at the least."

Surely this healer would at least accept something more than the coat he was wearing. After all, his legs and feet were bare and Kili's not known anyone but hobbits to walk around barefoot for any reason. Still, he figures he can try one more thing to try and put the man at ease.

"Kili, at your service." And he gives a deep bow from the waist. Because dwarves.