Saeril couldn't help but give a chuckle of amusement to his childish excitement. The same old Kili she remembered was already expressing himself. It was adorable yet amusing at the same time. His devotion to her was proven when he began to ramble, and the she-elf just couldn't stop the grateful smile from appearing upon her Elven features.

When he asked why she didn't show herself before, Saeril's gaze turned towards the ground in guilt and shame. "When your mother told me I was to become your godmother", she began. "I ran. I figured thought I wasn't capable enough to actually watch a child", her shame was evident, and she was even afraid to look at her own godson when confirming the truth. 

"And, my appearance. To other races, I represented evil, and malevolence. Tales spread, Kili; everyone was afraid of me, treated like a being of shadow. Since they mentioned it, I stayed in the said-shadows ever since, watching you and your brother grow", the she-elf finally let her gaze move back to him. "I was shameful. That is why I sent you the letters, and the gifts", she gave a sad sigh before allowing her black cloak to miraculous shift into the wings that stayed as a burden. Saeril kept them folded behind her, only for him to see.