It's your promise now. He might not have meant it to be, but it was another one of his little pushes that had her suddenly nervous, but not unpleasantly so. Just awkward and unsure, nearly blushing but not.

“Bolg is dead,” she confirmed, realizing what it was he was really asking as she spoke. If he remembered the orc, then he remembered that he had died, as well (and she was willing to put aside her confusion that he was alive now, for the time being). It had been only moments between his intervening in the fight and then his death, but they had been precious in that they had saved her. But he wouldn't know that unless she told him, and he deserved to know.

“He was brought down by Lord Legolas,” she explained. It still rubbed her raw, that she had not been able to avenge Kíli. That when she awoke, she had barely the strength to drag herself back to his body, let alone aid her friend. “He saved me. As did you,” she added, placing her hand to her chest (feeling, remembering, ignoring, her collarbone) and dipping her head. “I am grateful.”