With the shore in a yard's distance, Saeril jumped out of the boat, into the water, and used the strength she had to push the boat to the upcoming shoreline. Looking around at the number of casualties surrounding them, the she-elf felt that she had to immediately talk to Thorin once they get to the mountain, if they still intended to. He would absolutely not be that careless to put his own nephews in harm's way, especially in the event of a Firedrake. 

Finally managing to remove her horned headdress, Saeril let her hair flow free in the wind, as she glanced around at the surviving people. Knowing that Mel had her eyes on her, she didn't bother look back at her. Again, it's that anger she felt inside. "What were they thinking?", she said softly to herself, with a hint of a building up snarl, as she gazed out at the burnt and demolished town in the distance. It was enough for Mel to hear, as well as the others. 

Allowing her wings to miraculously transform back into her cloak, the she-elf turned her attention back over to her dwarven companions trying to the push the boat back into the water, even though they just got to land. There was an inner battle inside her heart as soon as she looked upon the twins in the distance. "Kili?", she called to the youngest, as she stood at least three away from him, "Come here", she called again, only a tad bit sadly.