Rolling his eyes, Kili laughs, following Beth's lead and settling back against the couch with his legs crossed and one hand still loosely gripping his friend's, almost as if he'd afraid to let go. And perhaps he is, Kili thinks. That's two now who've disappeared and come back to him, by the good grace of Mahal, but there's no knowing who might be next. If Tauriel were to be taken away, she may be the one to never return, and he'd be doomed to a lifetime of heartache and regret. Dwarrows only love once, after all, and it comes as no surprise that he'd fallen for someone who would greatly complicate things. Well, for his kin, at least. That he is a Dwarf and she is an Elf is of no real consequence to him.

Aside from a few key differences, perhaps.

"Oh, he'll be ever pleased about that, as well," Kili says, though his cheeks flush just slightly at the question of Tauriel. "And we're... quite well, I would say. Yes. Very well, things are moving along nicely. I'm just--" He shakes his head, brow furrowing with mild embarrassment. "No, never mind that, what of you and Mister Daryl? You did not wear that ring before."