Frerin breathes. He's home. In one piece. Dis is here and Thorin is alive too. He tries to focus on that instead of the grief, or the pain throbbing steadily through his body. Oh, how he hurts. But he's alive. He made it, and that's far more than he had expected.

The trembling is something he can't stop. It started just before the battle and only got worse when Grandfather fell and Father could not be found. He feels...fragile, like a bowl with a spiderweb of cracks. Just one more thing and he'll fall apart completely. He's having a difficult enough time as it is.

Dis has always been strong, rock solid and on many an occasion, it's been her that Frerin has gone to instead of Thorin. Age matters little between them; they are both the elder and younger when occasion calls for it. And right now, it's Dis in charge, Dis being the older one, holding them together. Frerin needs that right now.

"I--" He almost apologizes again, but catches himself. "Thank you, sister."

The words sound hollow and Frerin hates himself for that. Dis deserves so much better but he's too broken to help her right now. He moves gingerly towards home, his bad arm hanging limp and pathetic.

"My bow broke," he says, his voice shaky.