[ Initially, he doesn't mean to look, because any sort of undressing deserves some privacy, but even so, he's learned long ago that there isn't room for shy sensibilities when living practically on top of each other on a quest, so he does peek, eventually. … Probably enough? Ha. What a mess. The fact that he moves about nonetheless, as though unhampered by wounds that should be tended to... – is that a stubbornness all dwarves share or is this trait specific to Thorin?
Bilbo's very close to grumbling, but he waits for Thorin to disappear behind the partition and then, only then does he expel the worry, no, the frustration with a heavy-laden sigh.
Right. So.
He ought to leave it be but he ignores such warnings of self-preservation and crosses over to the dwarf's bed. He doesn't have much idea what to do with the plate or chainmail; however, he picks the tunic up. Sweat, blood and grim – he wrinkles his nose and frowns from one tear to the next, contemplating, before, slowly, bringing himself to fold it. Dwarves, always so inconsiderate of their surroundings, especially when they're within someone else's establishment. The clothing may be in need of disposing, but there's no sense in leaving the pieces scattered about, dirtying up the bed, the floor. Hmph, honestly, do they even possess manners? ]
It's not... terrible being here. [ Not always. He sets the tunic beside the pack and then begins on the next layer. ] There are pleasant places to visit. [ Softer now. ] Though, I'm afraid none feel quite like home.
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Bilbo's very close to grumbling, but he waits for Thorin to disappear behind the partition and then, only then does he expel the worry, no, the frustration with a heavy-laden sigh.
Right. So.
He ought to leave it be but he ignores such warnings of self-preservation and crosses over to the dwarf's bed. He doesn't have much idea what to do with the plate or chainmail; however, he picks the tunic up. Sweat, blood and grim – he wrinkles his nose and frowns from one tear to the next, contemplating, before, slowly, bringing himself to fold it. Dwarves, always so inconsiderate of their surroundings, especially when they're within someone else's establishment. The clothing may be in need of disposing, but there's no sense in leaving the pieces scattered about, dirtying up the bed, the floor. Hmph, honestly, do they even possess manners? ]
It's not... terrible being here. [ Not always. He sets the tunic beside the pack and then begins on the next layer. ] There are pleasant places to visit. [ Softer now. ] Though, I'm afraid none feel quite like home.