The fact that Saeril was still willing to speak with him meant a lot. When she'd taken his hand, Kili listened intently, hanging on every word. "It won't happen again," he promised, eyes half lidded. He was spent, but he wished to speak with her for as long as possible.

"I'd wanted to help...I thought I could make it back before you did." When exhausted, he gave a confession easily enough. 
"Wasn't right...I'm sorry." Kili apologized once more for good measure, a small smile crossing his features as she kissed his forehead. "Thank you, Delva."