[ The laughter he does not completely expect, not after the tone of their conversation just a moment ago, and it is a sound almost foreign, so long it has been since he last heard it.

Still it takes no thought or effort at all for Thorin to join, though his is barely above a quiet chuckle. But his shoulders release some tension at least, as he shakes his head, his hand dropping from Kíli's shoulder now that he seems to be able to stand and walk on his own alright. ]

You always did have a penchant for ruining your clothes in your little adventures. [ He quirks an eyebrow in brief amusement. ] A good thing to see that habit has not been entirely lost even after you are all grown up.