Saeril heard Kili speak to her, and she did appreciate his concern. This made her show a small smile while allowing her yellow-green eyes to lightly reflect from the flames of the fire. "He'll warm up, Kili. In time", she slowly recited to him before narrowing her eyes when she gazed at the hearth. 

The she-elf exhaled the breath she was holding through her nose, and gave herself a moment of thought to what she said before. "Yes. I had a need to reform, heir of Durin", she admitted and confirmed to his curiousity. That was when one of her huge feathered wings moved, wrapping itself around him, as if to keep him warm. 

Sometime later, everyone was near the fire, and to Saeril's ears, she could hear them humming. It was something she believed that she heard during her time in the Lonely Mountain itself. She kept her place with Kili, while the fire danced in front of her. Fili was standing nearing the fire, smoking his pipe, and was, funny enough, standing near Thorin, staring into the hearth.