"I'll be fine", Saeril gently placed both of her hands at each side of Kili's face, stroking a piece of his wet hair away from his eyes. "Nothing can stop me", she recited the same words from the night before, convincing him that she will be fine. The she-elf carefully allowed herself to lean against the youngest, in order to try and stand. She didn't put too much weight on the wound, when she stood up, but she didn't let herself succumb to the pain. Elves heal quickly, so her chances to heal would be hopeful. 

Her wings transforming back into her cloak, Saeril carefully set herself onto the bedroll in the middle between the brothers, and let them stick close with her through the night.