When they were about to make a turn, Bain suddenly grabbed a hook, and swinged himself off the boat. "Bain!", one of the sisters cried. "Leave him!", Saeril called after the sisters, her arm shooting out to hold back the oldest of the two from trying to lunge out of the boat. "We can't go back for him, it's too dangerous!", she was right, and she hoped that he would reach his father. 

It was another few hours before the survivors of Laketown reached the shore once more. Many of them were badly wounded or dying, and others still had already been lost to their wounds or shock. With the shore in a yard's distance, Saeril jumped out of the boat, into the water, and used the strength she had to pull the boat to the upcoming shoreline. Looking around at the number of casualties surrounding them, the she-elf felt that she had to immediately talk to Thorin once they get to the mountain, if they still intended to. He would absolutely not be that careless to put his own nephews in harm's way, especially in the event of a Firedrake. 

Bard's two girls immediately left the little boat they had travelled in with the she-elf and the dwarves, weaving through the crowd searching for their brother and father. Saeril, who could see a little better over the other people's heads, searched too, though there was no sign of either Bard or Bain.

Finally managing to remove her horned headdress, she let her hair flow free in the wind, as she glanced around at the surviving people. Knowing that Kili could have his eyes on her, she didn't bother look back at him, at least, not at the moment. Again, it's that anger she felt inside. "What were they thinking?", she said softly to herself, with a hint of a building up snarl, as she gazed out at the burnt and demolished town in the distance. It was enough for him to hear, as well as the others.