Saeril complied with the said-order, and she didn't waste time by laying herself down on her side, upon one of her wings, using the other as a blanket of some sort. Hearing Kili ask her about her attendance in battle, she was surprised for him to show full curiousity. Yet again, she didn't want to scare him on her side, and the she-elf most certainly didn't want the future king of Erebor to hear and get suspicious. "You could say that I saw it. All of it. That's all I wish to say", slight hesitation was apparent, but she kept it privately cool. All she felt was unworthiness now when telling the youngest these lies. Saeril felt herself turn into poison, rather than the purity she was raised to have. That was all she was now: poison; it will kill him, sooner or later...

The she-elf looked gave a sad sigh as these memories rose back to her. He already, and courageously, told her that he wasn't afraid of her presence, but what if he was afraid of what she was before? A killer; an entity of pure evil? Saeril looked to the ground to avoid eye contact for a moment, slightly troubled in her own thoughts.