Saeril looked around the now desolated mountain as soon as they entered the almost-destroyed front gate. Like everyone, she wondered, and became worried about the aftermath to wake up such a beast. It was quiet here, a little too quiet; only tiny pebbles rolling at their feet. Silent stepping came from the she-elf, one wouldn't even know she was there. 

However, the only thing she heard was the interaction between Cenrid and her godson; not to mention that Fili was watching and listening. There was a non-trusting aura between Man and Dwarf, and it made him and his godmother a little cautious about his intentions. For him to even glance at Saeril, she was already being induced with hostility towards their guide, having no trust in Cenrid, whatsoever. For him to even treat Kili with such disrespect, they had the right to not like him. To see the youngest dash by them, all of them were quick to follow. "Kili!", his brother called as he ran after him, along with Cenrid, Saeril, Bofur, and Oin. 

Hearing his companions enter the mountain, Bilbo had to stop and warn them. Ever since they entered, Thorin has been acting strange lately: avoiding his kin, spending his time in the treasure room, even avoid sleeping and eating. 
"Wait! Wait!", the Hobbit's voice echoed through the mountain. He was coming towards them, almost out of breath. "Stop! Stop! Stop!", his fading breathing level made his voice come into a harsh whisper. "We need to leave. We all need to leave", he simply told them, almost as if in a panic.