The she-elf had a blank stare on her once she heard that Kili was nearly close to dying. She never wanted this to happen, and it was her fault that she sent the Orcs after them decades ago. However, once she saw Bofur come back with the weed, she gasped in both astonishment and relief while reaching forward to take it from him. "Atheleas", she looked down at Kili, and then looked back at the plant in her hands before her. This was the time to finally help, but she wasn't sure if she could do it right. She hesitated. 

However, once she remembered Bolg, Saeril had the face of stone upon her. "Help me. Hold him down, this will hurt", she finally said after she took a deep breath. She was desperate to see him well again, and she will not lose him at this time. Taking the Kingsfoil in some water, the other dwarves moved the squirming Kili back onto the table. Removing the feverfew, she pressed the weed against his leg, applying pressure on it. 

"Menno o nin na honnen hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth", Saeril began to chant after a breath, with desperation in her voice. She looked down at the young dwarf, watching him, as she recited the chant. "Menno o nin na honnen hon i eliad annen annin, hon leitho o ngurth"