Saeril reassured her youngest godson with a heartful smile. Her wing-cloak wasn't as long at the moment, and her booted-feet wouldn't be able to become tripped as she walked. Holding onto the lace on Kili's horse, the she-elf preferred to walk. "It's alright. I would prefer to use my own two feet. My whole life, I flew. Now would be a good opportunity to feel them again", she lightly joked, which did cause Fili to smile in amusement, nearby. 

"My elf ears don't deceive me. Did you make a bet on the young Hobbit?", Saeril asked in curiosity.