Frerin doesn't like the silence. It's too quiet, too empty. This house should have more people in it. Thorin should be here.

He wants to talk but what is there to say? He desperately wants to reassure Dis but there's no words to give her that can make this any better.

Frerin sits down in the chair, head bowed as Dis bustles about getting everything ready. It reminds him so much of their mother, and he swallows hard, tears pricking at his eyes again. He takes a deep breath, hands shaking in his lap.

At Dis' touch, he finally raises his head, blue eyes glassy with tears. He lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding, taking comfort in his sister for the moment.

Frerin glances at his useless arm before looking back at Dis, starting to pull off his shirt as best he can manage with one hand. "I think it's broken," he says softly, almost apologetically.