Running inside, Saeril had one of her curved daggers at the ready. Beorn was beyond any other creature she has ever met during her travels with Gandalf. If the beast ever passed the door's limit, she had her resources, and a family to protect. "That is our host", answered the wizard, saying it as a matter-of-fact. "His name is Beorn, and he's a skinchanger". Just by hearing him say that it was Beorn and not any other creature of darkness hunting them, the she-elf sighed in relief before putting the dagger back into its place.

Her leg ached a little from the running but she didn't complain, she never would. Not at a moment like this. Saeril showed relief that her godsons were safe, and that she was alive as well, and didn't fall behind.

"Skinchanger; sometimes, he’s a huge black bear, and sometimes, he’s a great strong man", she informed the company on what kind of creature they were. Basically, shapeshifters. "The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with", she spoke while watching the company get used to their surroundings. "However, he is [i]not[/i] overfond of dwarves", she added in grim with her eyes narrowing. "Beorn has had a troubled past, I'm afraid, and it's best not to advance on him during a first encounter". It was a warning, and a fact, in order to keep them noted. Saeril didn't want any of them to get hurt by this hostile creature.