Saeril was so concentrated on the wrapping of Kili's leg, she didn't notice him trying to glance at her, even though he would be exhausted from his earlier struggling. However, she didn't expect him to ask of her. She didn't look at him, but just perked her head up, listening. She felt his hand brushing against her own, almost struggling to do so. Just by feeling his hand, she finally, and gracefully, looked towards him, before gently holding his awaiting hand. "I was more afraid than upset, young Durin", she admitted. "I couldn't be angry, or dissapointed when your well-being had to be tended to", she made a small smile upon her Elven features, and showed her devotion for him by giving him a gentle, lingering kiss on the forehead.