[ There's a bit more to their loyalty than the fact that Thorin throws himself headlong into danger in some misguided desire to protect them. Though, maybe there is some sense in it. Some. In the beginning, Thorin hadn't even, well, liked him. Weak, spoiled, unsuited... – Bilbo had been a comfortable creature surrounded by comfortable things, and it's no real wonder Thorin saw him as a nuisance. But even then, with all his haughty talk and sharp reprimands, there had been the trolls and the mountain-side.

Bilbo had always been one among the Company, even when Thorin had vehemently denied it.

Thorin had thrown down his weapon, had swung down on the side of a cliff, all to save him, little, unimportant him. Perhaps it's not within Thorin's nature to think of himself beyond others and that he cares, too much, for all those he deems under his protection. Bilbo can understand that, he thinks. He still doesn't necessarily like it and he'd rather Thorin let others shoulder the burden and take care of him every so often...

But maybe this is a small, semblance of a start.

Sighing, he urges away the frustration and then shifts on the bedding until he's up on his knees, just enough to get a better look at that head wound. No touching yet, merely observing, the corner of his mouth uplifting as the beginning means of a truce. ] Right. Foolish of me to think you'd ever listen to reason. [ And flick; he brushes away a bit of hair, peering, squinting, and then away, his attention back to unwrapping a good length of cloth. ] Your hardheadedness does have its usefulness. This could have been worse.

[ Which is the lesser evil; Bilbo lecturing or Bilbo trying to lighten the mood with a joke. At Thorin's expense. ]