"You're certain that you're alright?" Kili was hardly convinced. Saeril wasn't herself. There was plenty he did not know about his godmother, or her past, but none of that had mattered until now. Something felt wrong; her outburst was not quite natural, and he feared he'd done something wrong to trigger this. 

Carefully, Kili rose, and he offered her a hand up even though while seated, she was practically his height.
"Perhaps I can talk him out of searching," the youngest decided, determined to set things right once again. If he could get Thorin to see sense, they could focus on rebuilding their kingdom rather than focus on what was missing from it. "It's worth a try. Fili and I are his closest of kin."

Offering a smile of reassurance, Kili found himself feeling more determined than ever before. Saeril was trusting him with this task, and he was determined to do a good job, though her current condition was troubling to say the least. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather rest, Delva?"