The she-elf extrovertedly showed no emotion, once she listened to the Dwarven King instructed her to not speak of the subject in his presence. He didn't want to be corrected, and he wasn't concerned by her words of reason. If she chooses to leave? "I'm afraid, my king, that I haven't fulfilled anything yet", wasn't he aware that she was tied to the lives of his sister-sons, to the death? She can't leave them at all. [i]Safe?[/i], they were beyond safe. The hunters were out there, a darker force is brewing, and their uncle wasn't himself; they were far from it. Saeril couldn't argue any further, so she only made a wordless stare, and walked away. "As you wish", she confirmed.

Walking away, the she-elf made her path towards the armory. Not looking for anything in particular, but she figured that the brothers would be ordered around by Thorin by now. By holding Kili's runestone, she kept to her promise. But if things got worse, Saeril needed to tell them to stay away from their uncle for the time-being. Unraveling her wings from her cloak, the she-elf flew to the stone ceiling, and digged her clawed finger-cuffs into the rock, crouching while hanging upside down. From there, she would be able to think to herself.