Saeril's back was still turned towards her youngest godson, and she didn't ignore him; she couldn't, and wouldn't. "I meant no ill-will, young Durin", she reassured. "It's just...heartbreaking. In all of Middle Earth, your mother would [i]never[/i] do such a thing, the way Oakenshield did", she told him, her back still to him, and her voice turned soft albeit filled with disbelief, and no venom. The she-elf admitted her concern to Kili willingly, and she was bold enough to share it. 

His determination was apparent again, and Saeril thought about it for a moment. "We shall. But, promise me one thing: keep your distance. From me", she told him. The she-elf briefly looked at her creamy-pale hands, slighty trembling. Hearing a voice that was not his, Saeril was quick to face the source.