[Wounded or not, and even in a strange world and left with his mind reeling, Thorin's still well aware of his surroundings. He can tell when the movements around him change from simple meandering to someone making a move towards him, even if he's not looking frantically around like like a cornered animal.
So it's no surprise, really, when the woman he'd noticed picking her way towards him is close enough to speak. Although that doesn't stop the sharp little jerk upwards of his head and a glare.]
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So it's no surprise, really, when the woman he'd noticed picking her way towards him is close enough to speak. Although that doesn't stop the sharp little jerk upwards of his head and a glare.]
Who is offering?