[ Guiltily, he jumps a little and jerks his head toward the voice, only feeling marginally better to find... nothing. No one. No Thorin. Good. ] N-Nothing. [ His breath catches on the word and well, Bilbo's never boasted of ever being a good liar. In fact, he would be proud to admit that he's rather truthful. Usually. Right now he wouldn't mind a bit of skill though, because all he can do now is clench his eyes closed and scrunch his expression in tight; quite convincing there, Master Baggins. ]
It's only... [ He scrutinizes the pack, the bed and then down, observing his placement in the whole arrangement. Thinking better of it, he takes one, two, three steps away, broadening the distance between him and said pack, as though erasing any involvement in the affair. No. Nope. He hasn't been anywhere near it; certainly hasn't been riffling through any packs or clothes or jewels.
… Except, there's still that folded pile, so that might put a damper on his deniability.
On that thought, he crosses his arms and shuffles away some more, still eyeing the glow. ] There's a light. Coming from your pack.
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It's only... [ He scrutinizes the pack, the bed and then down, observing his placement in the whole arrangement. Thinking better of it, he takes one, two, three steps away, broadening the distance between him and said pack, as though erasing any involvement in the affair. No. Nope. He hasn't been anywhere near it; certainly hasn't been riffling through any packs or clothes or jewels.
… Except, there's still that folded pile, so that might put a damper on his deniability.
On that thought, he crosses his arms and shuffles away some more, still eyeing the glow. ] There's a light. Coming from your pack.