Though Frodo can't see it, Kili's face crumples in relief, brows drawing together and shoulders slumping. He's always been independent for as much as he could be, wild and reckless and testing limits but always, always returning to his brother's side like the crash of a wave upon the shore. They don't share everything, for Fili seeks to protect him and so too does Kili, but usually he can go to his brother with his concerns and be comforted.

This time he can't, not really. Kili's already seen the tears fall from pale eyes, has already been the pillar of strength for Fili when he needed it, and this would just undermine that effort. Or so he thinks. So there's a ragged draw of breath and he sends a quick Thank you before following it with directions to the meadow with a stream run right through it.

That settled, Kili draws his knees up and presses forehead to them, arms wrapped about his legs. He tries not to think about everything and anything, fails a bit miserably. So when Frodo speaks up, Kili isn't even sure how long it's been between one text and the call of his name. His voice pipes up, still worn about the edges but loud enough to be heard.

"I'm here Frodo."