"I did come with Gandalf, yes", she answered back to him, continuing to speak in that gentle, almost motherly tone. "I'm Saeril", the she-elf introduced herself, turning her gaze away from the fire, and back to him, with a gaze not as uptight as before. It was quiet, and Saeril kept it that way for a hesitating moment when she looked back at the fire before her. She didn't want the tension to turn awkward between them, and she didn't want to frighten him. "Do you remember me, young Kili?", she asked him, almost cautiously. Yes, she knew his name. Why would she not? The answer was 'yes', but she didn't want the young dwarf to become uncomfortable, considering that he's never even seen her in-person before. Truthfully, she wanted to make sure that what she was seeing was real. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh, very helpful Bofur", Gandalf grumbled over at the dwarf, rising from his seat the wizard used his magic to gently rouse the hobbit, who then proceeded to make himself a mug of tea and settled in his armchair. "I'll be alright", he assured the wizard. "Just let me sit quietly for a moment." "You've been sitting quietly for far too long!", Gandalf retorted sharply.