“Very well then,” Kili shrugged at the horned elf, nodding respectively. Her elegance and soft-spoken words had not gone unnoticed; her voice reminded him of not only his childhood years, but also of his mother. It had been a long time since he’d have a parent-like figure in his life. Thorin was someone he was steadfastly loyal to, along with all of the other dwarves, but Thorin was no parent. He was a bit aloof, and that was what made Thorin Thorin, but Kili wasn’t afraid to admist (mentally) to himself he was no father figure. Maybe Saeril would transform into more of a guiding element. Someone he could confide in. Which would be interesting as well as strange considering she was like a ghost to him, and she was an elf. 

Older dwarves would definitely have a bit to say about this now-a-days, but as far as Kili was concerned, they could shut their long-bearded mouths. Save for the ones he knew that was. Kili returned his gaze back to Saeril briskly, “I’ll go see if I can get the others to start on our journey again. After last night, we could stand to get a move on. Orcs can be a pain in the neck.” Kili hence stepped towards his dwarven brethren, 

“We ready to move?”