At that, Kili loses his composure, dissolving into a laugh. It feels so nice to have found a friend, someone he can talk to and trust. While it's not been much of a competition in the first place, considering Kili's arrival just bare days before the arena. The last person he'd joked with like this was—

He had to stop thinking of his brother, had to stop thinking of home. Already, he was homesick for the Blue Mountains and his mother's warm hearth and anywhere that wasn't here in this arena. The reminder of needing to move is more than enough to reorient him to the here and the now. That there were dead and dying all around them.

After a moment or two of letting the amusement drain out of him, he nods and unshoulders his bow so they can at least be prepared to fight if they find anyone.