Saeril's presence had a calming effect on Kili. With her nearby, he felt safe and protected. Her touch was always so gentle and kind -- so akin to Dís. 
"You've done so much for us," worn out, Kili's words slurred slightly, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. Sleep sounded so good right now.

The dinnerware clattered dangerously on the nearby table as the house rumbled. 
"What was that?" Kili looked to his godmother in concern, then to his brother. 
Bard had entered by then, and both his daughters ran to him, both relieved yet troubled to see him.
"Da? What's happened?" Tilda grabbed onto his sleeve, and Sigrid put a hand to her sister's shoulder to calm her. "Are you alright?"