[i]You're wondering how I read your thought? Well, little Kili, I am an elf of Fangorn, a blessed one. I'm linked to you, mentally and emotionally, same with your brother. If you are ever lost, just say my name in your head. I'm not leaving you. That, I can promise[/i]

Saeril lightly chuckled before answering to her godson's confusion. He was indeed young, too young, in fact, to understand the world around him. Not as much as Fili does, afraid so. This was the reason why Saeril had to keep at least two eyes on him, instead of one. Instead of both of them, it was him she had to double her sight on. Being reckless, wild, and naive, Kili was no well-mannered dwarf. Never was. His mindset was of a child, and no matter how much he has grown, he was always one. Emotional, too. Cries like a child, laughs like a child, and simply, thinks like a child. As far as she knew, Kili was, overall, the not-so-serious type, nor a patient one. He looks for fun, and acts on it. No wonder why he was hard to handle for the rest of the family. That, she chuckled at. 

"We will be taking the Elvenroad. Their path is much safer", Gandalf added to Beorn's warning. "Safe? The elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin. They're less wise, and more dangerous", the skinchanger advised to the wizard until he stood up. "I don't like dwarves; they're greedy, and blind. But Orcs, I hate more", he looked to Thorin. "What do you need?", he asked the Dwarven Prince, curiously. 

Ponies were what they needed most, and soon, they earned them. "Bring them back to me when you reach the forest. Hurry, the Orc pack is not far behind", Beorn told them as the company hoisted themselves upon the horses, whom Saeril helped, because of the size difference. She put her horned headdress back on before perching herself upon Kili's horse, behind him.