Saeril made a few steps towards the man, until she was in front of Kili, blocking this stranger's view of him. "Keep the poison behind your teeth", she told him, sounding menacing. "It won't infect us", it was a ploy her parents taught her: using metaphors in her words to scare off intruders of their home wood. "I know the way to the mountain, stranger. You won't speak ill-will towards the sons of Durin; not in an any way", at least she was back to her protective instincts, instead of cowardice like before. "The only weapon they have is an elf", Saeril narrowed her eyes before turning around; her gaze to her godson. "Kili, please, go help the others", she said, her motherly words coming back to him.