Saeril felt the weight next to her, and that when she was sure that he fell asleep right there. She enjoyed this night, and it became apparent that their bond became close. Too close. She felt complete; by looking at her hands, the sharp nails that she had, began to shrink. All the way down to a gentle curve. It was working; the curse was already failing, but not completely yet. However, the she-elf was just happy to make this evening a fulfilling one. 

A few minutes later, Saeril landed at the same balcony they were a few hours ago with the others. But after time passed, it was empty, pretty sure that their companions retired for the night. With Kili laying in her arms, she approached the loft that they both shared earlier, and carefully laid him down onto his side. As it seemed for him to appear comfortable, Saeril covered him with a blanket nearby, making sure that he was warmly comfortable. As for herself, she placed a gentle kiss upon his forehead, and retracted herself to a nearby loft across from him, being similar to his own. Elves didn't need to close their eyes; they will just retire in an 'eyes-open' meditative state...