Sighing, he frowned deeply, looking over at the other. “I’m so worried, Bofur..” His voice was soft as he spoke, breaking ever so slightly. “It..I..I have never felt more helpless than I do now.”
❝me too. we all are, lad.❞
Lips purse, and with an ever so gentle exhale Bofur’s arms drop back to his side. Hazel orbs chance a quick sideways glance at Thorin, but it’s no pretty sight. He’s sick, anyone can see. But with a sickness of the mind, there’s not a lot the others can do.
❝no point in sittin’ around feelin’ helpless; c'mon, we best find somethin’ t’ do.❞
