[ Thorin stares flatly at the last remark, though not actively scolding Kíli for the tease. Still, his voice is gruff, as he lifts his chin up just slightly as he turns to follow after his nephew in the right direction this time. ]

I've barely been here long enough to know these halls and rooms. [ Neither confirming nor denying that he gets lost often, even if he would never admit to it happening to him every once in a while. His eyes glance at the cane for a brief moment, but Kíli does not ask for help, and Thorin does not offer it. They are dwarves after all, strong and resistant, stubborn and proud just as well. ] Surely you do not expect me to have committed all of this place to memory by now.