Saeril watched and listened as Thorin warned her about the safety of his nephews, and she did feel herself relax once he complied and left the room. She managed to release a breath of air that she didn't realize she was holding when she saw him leave, either. 

Saeril wasn't at all surprised nor was she dissapointed. It was an expression that she understood Thorin, and she pitied him. It wasn't his fault for showing a distrusting relationship with the Elven race, and she didn't blame him for their betrayal against him and his kin. With that, the she-elf looked at the young dwarves, before sitting down on the couch, right across from the hearth. "It's going to be a long journey", she finally spoke after a moment of silence. 

Fili looked to his brother and gestured him to approach her, right on cue when she opened one of her wings, giving Kili a spot to sit with her. With that said, he lightly squeezed his hand before giving him a reassuring smile, and let go to move out of the room.