It was Kali who broke the following silence, spotting a small figure out in the distant, rolling green hills, "Nonoro?!" Indeed it was her small pony, galloping full speed at her. Kali began tearing up again, tears of happiness, as her pony slowed to a stop and nuzzled his head into her, almost knocking her from her feet, "Good Lord, Nonoro how did you get here?!" as if he could talk. Kali grabbed his reins and gently lead him back towards the gate, where the others were standing with shocked expressions.

 "Wasn't he killed long ago?" Gloin asked, "Sometime before Rivendell, was he not?"

 "Obviously not, Gloin," Dwalin chided, stepping aside so Kali could lead her pony inside to the stables, "Or he wouldn't be here."

 "Quite curious how he got all the way out here, don'chya think?" Bofur patted Nonoro's hindquarters as he walked past.

 "I told Bilbo that he's a smart pony," Kali rubbed Nonoro's ears, "I thought so, anyway, the stupid little pony ran all the way from Rivendell! He could have been killed!" calling him stupid was in good mannerism, of course. Of a singular pony to stay alive while travelling across the entirety of Middle Earth needed a lot of intelligence, not stupidity.

 "How did he escape?" Ori asked quietly, scribbling something in his book. Kali never took notice before, but Ori always had that book and was always writing in it.

 "No clue," Kali told him quietly, leading Nonoro into one of the many empty stalls, "But I hope he doesn't do the same thing here and stays put."

Dori snorted, "He won't be getting out. That there is Dwarvish metal: far tougher than Elvish metal."

Kali followed them all out of the stables, "I have a request for the King. Does anyone know where I can find him?"

"You needn't request anything, Kali," Dori told her, "You're the Princess-"

"I am not anything but a commoner," Kali cut him off, "Nothing more, nothing less. Do not treat me as anything higher."

"That braid in your hair tells us otherwise," Nori peered over her shoulder from behind over her shoulder, looking at her hair.

"The braid is..." Kali quickly brushed her hair over her shoulder, hiding the braid, "Never mind. There is no... Heir to the Throne that I am engaged to therefore my status as his fiancee has been stripped of me. I feel lightheaded," which wasn't false. The events of the day had finally caught up to her and the headache from before came back, "I do think I'll sleep. Goodnight."

"Won't you come to the feast?" Balin asked gently.

"I'm feeling queasy," Kali rubbed her stomach again, "If you do happen to run into Dain somewhere, do request for me that Erebor gets some battle-rams. I have..." Kali trailed off a bit, "Fond memories including them."

Balin nodded slightly, "I will, don't you worry."

There was a pause in the group's small chatter before Gloin asked, "Are you absolutely positive you won't come to the feast? A growing dwarrowdam such as yourself must eat to grow strong."

"Did you just call me fat?" Kali glared, her tone hurt, "I am not fat, nor am I growing anymore, I've been this height since I was fifty and I'll stay this height until the day I die."

"Are you sure?" Bombur pitched in, looking hard at Kali, "You do look stockier than usual."

"Perhaps it's new muscle," Oin pointed out, "From doing such un-lady-like things for this past year or so."

"I am not going to stand here whilst you all discuss my body," Kali fought back a small grin as she spoke over their playful murmurs of agreement, "And for your information I've been doing un-lady-like things since before most of you were born." Kali spun on her heel and began walking off, slowly, as to show she was not angry. Her ears picked up gentle whispers from behind her, how old even is she?, prompting her to turn and walk backwards for a moment, "Soon to be one-hundred-ninety, if you must know!" you nosy bastards...

She wandered for a moment or two, her head having been cleared of a portion of her sorrow allowed Kali to navigate the vast halls easier. She knew the way back to her room easy enough, but before she went there there was another stop, first.

Kali's hand gently pushed open the large, dusty door of the old Medical Wing. It groaned in protest, "Hello?"

Her voice echoed through the dimly lit room. Everything inside was coated with a thick layer of dust, cobwebs spreading across almost every gap the spiders could find. Bed after bed was lined up on either wall, all empty and yellowed with age. Kali hardly expected a response and jumped when there was one, "Yes, dearie?" it was an older dwarf woman with long grey and red braided hair. She was so short compared to Kali, "What can I do for you?"

Kali took a deep breath, "I need you to take a test on me- for me," she paused, trying to find the right words.

"What type of test?" the woman's brow furrowed in confusion and worry, "Are you sick? You're hurt, I can treat your wounds, but there's several different things that I could test you for-"

"I can heal my wounds on my own," Kali hastily cut in, angrily pulling the arrow from her collarbone. The woman flinched, and Kali dropped the arrow to the stone flooring, "It's internal queasiness I've mainly been feeling..."

"Have you got a fever?" the Healer shuffled up to Kali and pressed a hand to her forehead, straining on the tips of her toes to reach up properly, "If I could treat your external wounds maybe-"

"I think I'm with child!" Kali blurted out, taking a step backwards as she prepped to run, like she could run from her problems.

Dun. Dun. Dun!!