"Of course", the winged she-elf answered him with a nod, confirming his questions and predictions. It felt good to offer him this, that was true, but the fear of trust was still there. Saeril could only give him happiness as of now, and shadowing herself from him was the only way to protect his well-being. She was off to a good start with him, before she heard the shout of one of the dwarves in the dining room. 

"Shall we go join them?", she asked him, withdrawing her wing back, in order for the appendages to miraculously transform back into a cloak.