Saeril felt terrible; first breaking her host's objects, and even cower in fright from Thorin Oakenshield. A [i]dwarf![/i] She really didn't want Kili and Fili to speak on her behalf, and they didn't need to, but she honestly felt and figured that they were the only ones who can truly reason with such a proud, respected dwarf. She could only hope that their uncle would accept a creature he longly hated on his nephews' behalf. The she-elf continued to pick up the last portions of the glass, even while her godson was speaking. She understood him, and Saeril expressed that with a small amusing smirk coming forth, before giving a heartful chuckle at his joking albeit charming mannerism. She happily sighed before looking at down at him, scanning his face. "Your mother did say you were uncontrollable; the wild-child of your kin", Saeril fondly recalled those memories: in the forest, they ran and tumbled and laughed -- with her in the shadow of the tree, watching. "It's just fortunate enough for you, young Durin", she added, before giving herself time to stand. 

Fili immediately regretted what he was gonna say next, and he couldn't exactly describe her for him, since 'time' was never really Thorin's top priority when it came to this quest. "Come see her yourself", he said calmly with determination, not backing down before turning around to slowly walk back to the living room, slightly anxious on what he just dragged over.