Saeril did not expect Thorin to go that far into caring about her well-being, if that is how she sees it. She didn't expect Azog the Defiler to be brought up, and unfortunately, she had that guilt again. However, she masked it quick. Like, really quick. She cursed out in Black Speech fluently, knowing it was the language of the dark forces, and the forbidden tongue of Middle Earth; rarely anyone has deciphered this tongue, and none wished to learn it. 

Stomping a heeled foot loudly, her luminous eyes seemingly glowed. "Foolish creature, he's nothing to you!", Saeril spat in venom, merely defending Thorin; this was the temperament of a creature who committed chaos and destruction. Crossing her was most definitely not wise.