The look on her face made him smile. He'd seen it before on Humans in his world. The Dwarves just looked grumpier, and the Hobbits just wanted stories, of course.

"A few times, yes," he assured her. "And I've survived every single one in that 4860 years, so you don't have to worry too much about me." He wouldn't tell her not to worry at all, because that wasn't how friendship worked.