One of the first things Fíli had done, once he'd begun to settle into life in Darrow, was purchase a fully-stocked medical kit and figure out the differences between it and the kind of medical supplies Oin had used back home, and he's already going for it by the time Kíli confirms that he's injured. He turns, bandages in hand, and gets a look at his brother's injury, and sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. He's no Oin, but Kíli's insistence on having his brother tend his wounds when they were younger has given him better-than-average healing abilities; he has no doubt that he can dress the wound, but it's a nasty-looking thing all the same.

"If you get blood on my floor, I'm making you clean it up, injured or no," he says. "And we'll discuss why you were hunting vampires on your own in the first place and why you let one of them get your blade away from you once we get that cut taken care of."

He doesn't buy for a second that Kíli just happened to run into a vampire tonight. He doubts he'd have believed it even if they'd had no idea vampires existed, but since his brother's run into them before, there's no doubt in Fíli's mind that Kíli was out hunting the things.

"Go sit down. I need to get a closer look at that; it may need to be stitched up."