Bard was frantically searching through what he had in a cabinet. "I have nightshade...feverfew...", he was looking fast, and Saeril was trying to keep it together, almost beginning to pace back and forth. "That's not good enough", she breathlessly told him. Her heart was beating quickly; images of Bolg were coming to her, and silent anger slowly boiled within her. All she could do was keep it locked up. However, Kili's cries of pain weren't helping. "Do you have any kingsfoil?", she rushed to say. 

"No, it’s a weed. We feed it to the pigs", Bard explained while he frantically searched for other medicine. "Pigs?", Bofur then gets an idea. "Don’t move", he told to Kili, which Saeril didn't really think it was necessary. She knew how to heal, thanks to her mother, but she wasn't sure if she could do it. She wasn't good at it either, and sometimes, it becomes a disaster. But this was her godson in need; she needed to do this. For him and his brother. The she-elf never felt so conflicted.