Kili was appreciative of his brother's help; had Fili not been present, he feared Thorin would not have backed down. Then again, he wouldn't have backed down either; perhaps their uncle knew this. The lack of respect shown towards Saeril was indeed troubling, but he had hope that in time, Thorin would learn to accept her irregardless of race.

With a small, thankful smile towards Fili, Kili watched as his brother left the room. Hopefully Thorin would calm down enough to be civil by tomorrow. Though his brother had gestured towards Saeril, Kili felt hesitant. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, but he didn't want to leave her alone, either.

Finally, he made up his mind. Kili approached the lounge with some caution, and when he saw Saeril's wing shift slightly in order to grant him somewhere to sit, he did. Something was different in the air though; he felt troubled and nervous. Thorin had succeeded in making things awkward; he felt the need to apologize again, but he wasn't sure how. 

Fidgeting with his sleeve, Kili glanced sideways to her. "That isn't the case, is it? What you said about Gandalf...and your past mistakes...is that the reason you've come?"