Kili blinks over at Hawkeye at the quiet refusal of the bow. Certainly, the doctor had shirked armor and weapon alike, but the dwarf didn't know it went this far. It's yet another sign that this man was different than any other Kili had ever met before in his life, not slow and stupid and certainly not looking for a fight. After a moment of weighing his options, he goes about slinging his bow back over his shoulder. That is, until Hawkeye says they should go their own separate ways. Kili frowns up at him, confusion spreading cold through his body.

Were they not friends? Friends didn't leave each other alone in such circumstances as this. After all, Hawkeye had just said that he hoped Kili would have a friend present if he was killed.

And above all that, it's been a long, long time since he's been left behind by anyone, since he was a dwarfling and couldn't fight the creatures of the wild to save his life. Only recently did Thorin finally start taking him with him on journeys East. It certainly stings that Hawkeye would be doing so, rings hollow in his chest as he stares up at the doctor.

"You're leaving me?" He blurts out before he can stop himself, hating how it makes him sound like a child who could not stand to be left without attention for five seconds.