Saeril listened to the discussion between Kili and Dwalin. It sounded fair, nor was the concept itself greedy, but if she figured that if Kili wagered big, who knows what she might say? It was pure amusement as she listened and watched. "So, if I say that if we make it to the mountain alive, you would owe me?", she butted in, teasing the youngest with a chuckle. 

She softly and heartily giggled, in a soft way. She was enjoying her time so far. She was wrong to hide from them. She liked dwarves, but it varied. Those who can make her laugh or smile, are easily those she would see as friends, but others? Only Mahal will tell...

That was until she heard yelling. She looked behind her, only to see Bilbo running towards them, obviously out of breath.