Saeril kept her ground, as soon as she heard the bitterness coming from the Dwarven Prince. She sighed sadly at his demand for her reason to join them. She did indeed figure that he was just trying to protect his family's wealth, and she understood his reason. However, she didn't take it much for granted. 

Sighing, the she-elf bowed down her head to look down at the floor to the side. "What have I done to make you hate me so?", her accented voice was heavily apparent within the sadness of her voice. "I'll tell you one thing, and one thing only, Thorin Oakenshield: gold means nothing to me", she confessed. It wasn't wealth that she wanted nor did it attract her. Not to mention that the greed to gold was disgusting. "Gandalf wanted me to redeem my past mistakes by doing something for someone else. Starting for me to help take you and your kin to the Lonely Mountain", she explained to his question.

Fili silently stood beside his baby brother, taking his side for the arguement of Saeril's case. He just hoped everything before him would resolve.