Saeril gave a sad smile once she pulled away from him, also looking at him when he asked about their downgraded position. In truth, dwarves were usually a useless, selfish race; they were greedy, ignorant, stubborn, and temperamental. To just hear this coming from the people she cared for the most, it was traumatizing. She never thought him or his kin to be below others, not even those of men. But they were dwarves; it was in their blood to be oblivious of their mistakes. However, the she-elf couldn't bear to see that in the brothers or their family. Especially the royal Durin family. If it helped make him feel any better, she didn't answer him, afraid to be honest with him of their predicament. But in reality, it was their uncle's decision to put their lives at risk. His only heirs!

Stroking his dark-brown hair, Saeril tried to keep her brave face on, but with the depressing tension, she just couldn't. "I don't know, son of Durin. All we can do is get to the mountain. I'll reason with Thorin. I promise", and she she did. Her godsons' hearts were in confusion, and she needed to clear it up with their uncle; the patient zero of the firestorm. "Everything will be okay", she softly said, before placing a kiss on his forehead, giving him her motherly touch to comfort him, and leading him to the boat that was about to leave. Everything was going to be alright...