Saeril looked at Kili, and back to the mess, before looking at her own hands, shocked even, when such an action became so sudden for her. This wasn't what she wanted to happen, and worse, it could turn against Kili. Already, her well-manicured hands were shaking as she tried to register on the events from before, even after when Kili returned and asked. Quickly, she composed herself and bent down to gather the glass on the floor. "I'm fine", the she-elf was still shaken up, and even as she was picking up glass, it was that same traumatizing fear one gets after waking up from a nightmare. "I have wings, Kili. They tend to move on their own", she quickly said, in response to his question and concern. 

"Uncle, please!", Fili was quick to back-up Gandalf. The wizard was not to be blamed. "She won't turn her back our homeland, nor will she steal from us!", he countered, just as desperate. He bit his bottom lip, already regretting on speaking such a tone towards his uncle. "Me and Kili, we [i]know[/i] her. Mum knew her", he was putting on a brave face, determination rising in his voice. He couldn't let these news crush his baby brother; not after he just got to know her for the first time.