Saeril thanked the she-elf before sheathing her daggers, and flying herself towards her fallen godson. She didn't bother to wipe off the Orc's blood from her face. All she could think about was getting Kili and the others to safety. Landing near him, the she-elf helped him maneuver to the edge of the bridge so he could get back in his barrel. "Bite this", she gave him a parchment of her cloak to bite on, so she could remove the arrow for him. "Kili!", the blonde brother called him once again, obviously scared and concerned for his little brother. 

The she-elf waited for Kili to be ready, and quickly but swiftly removed the shaft from his leg, already feeling bad for herself to not be able to stop the arrow in time. She now knew what her godson's guilt was like when [i]she[/i] got hurt. Carefully moving him, she helped him jump down into his barrel. His wound couldn't be repaired now, not until they had the proper tools. All she could do was watch the barrels travel into the rapids, before following, just after realizing that they were being advanced upon by the Orcs.