Saeril just wanted to hold him forever, encase him in the warmth of her wings, and not let the danger touch him. But if she really wanted to do this: redeem her wrongdoings, then she was on the right track with them both. After what felt like hours of their embrace, she gave a sigh of relief before pulling away, still remaining at his level. 

She was beginning to warm up to him a little bit, and for that, he didn't push her away. Good start so far, she thought to herself. "If the mountain is what your kin wants, I will gladly help you get there", she promised before placing her hands on the sides of his face. "All the way", she whispered fondly before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

Fili watched the scene with a smile. But then a thought came to him: Their uncle's hatred for elves. He understood how Thorin felt when they denied their people help. But Saeril had no part of the ones who have denied that help, though. Surely his uncle would not object to her -- would he? This was upsetting. This thought made him become worried. But he had to try. Without even giving them a sign, the blonde stepped out, and found Thorin at the end of the hallway, talking to Balin.

Approaching his role model, he quickly composed himself. "Uncle. I know how much the mountain means to you, but there is a certain someone that Gandalf wants to assist with us on the journey", he began to explain to Thorin, hoping he would understand.