Saeril couldn't help but give a chuckle of amusement to his childish excitement. The same old Kili she remembered was already expressing himself. It was adorable yet amusing at the same time, and the she-elf just couldn't stop the grateful smile from appearing upon her Elven features. 

On the other hand, Saeril's face suddenly turned into shame. "When your mother told me I was to become your godmother", she began to admit. "I ran. I thought I wouldn't be capable enough to actually watch a child", her shame was evident, and she was even afraid to look at her own godson when confirming the truth. "And, my appearance. To other races, I'm different. Everyone began to  fear me, and treat me like a being of shadow. Since they mentioned it, I stayed in those shadows ever since, watching you and your brother grow", the she-elf finally let her gaze move back to him. "I was ashamed. That is why I sent you the letters, and the gifts", she gave a sad sigh before allowing her black cloak to miraculous shift into the wings that stayed as a burden. Saeril kept them folded behind her, only for him to see. 

Fili was already looking around for Kili, trying to figure out where his little brother might have gone. Where was he? Walking cautiously to the room of the hearth, he could already hear voices half of the way there. The blonde walked around the corner, and caught sight of his brother with what seems to be a very bizarre female elf. "Kili?"