"It's because I am of your race. I was once a pure elf maiden, until I was corrupted with a sickness of the mind. The sickening spell caused such destruction of our race, it wasn't intended. This darkness isn't a part of me; you know my parents. Or you once did", Saeril had to explain in her original soft, pure voice that she once had before the manifestation. "I know what you seek in that mountain. White gems of pure starlight; they once belonged to a woman here; a woman I once knew, before her cold-blooded demise", she explained in emotion of shame and pain of the death of his so-called wife. 

"That forest has been another half of me, and I know how it feels", the she-elf softly said to the king before making a few steps forward, but didn't move any closer to him. "I won't speak of her again, if that is what you prefer, I will take your word for it", her hands were then crossing over each other in front of her, showing that she meant no disrespect. "I can retrieve them", she spoke up suddenly. "The gems of Lasgalen".