Saeril did feel a weight on her side, and she shifted herself a little to allow Kili's head to rest against her at a comfortable angle. Once she has done this, the she-elf, upon instinct, tenderly moved his dark ebony hair from his face, before letting her wing cover him like a blanket. 

Unexpectedly, she did doze off, after a long time staring into the hearth of the fire, allowing herself to let the young dwarf lay on her feathered wing. Not that she minded, but she was just happy that they finally had a chance to meet. Otherwise, she won't have anyone else to trust, apart from Gandalf. 

The next day, at the first speck of light, Saeril was ready: armed and prepared to get on the road. The dwarves had ponies, and she allowed her straight, ashy-brown hair to flow freely in the warm and sunny outdoors. To everyone's surprise, the she-elf preferred to walk; not that it's wrong, but elves could walk great distances without leaving a trace of a footprint behind. She walked beside Kili's pony, holding onto one of the laces attached to it, along with a few laughs during her time with the brothers. Although, it was sad that Bilbo declined to come.