That evening, Saeril sat on the cot-like chair, just to relax, and enjoy the dwarves', as well as Yavanna's, company. Kili sat with her; his head laying in her lap, staring at the ceiling, as he smoked his pipe, while she gently stroked his ebony brown hair. 

The winged she-elf retold her youngest godson about his childhood in Fangorn Forest, her home. He spent his hunting days there with his brother and uncle, and of course, all those times that she watched him from above the tree branches. She was quick at the those heights, even with her brethren who once live with her there. It has been a rather fonding memory. She would be delighted for them to venture to her homeland, and cherish in the memories of their youth. Just the three of them; after the journey, she would fly the two of them there. Although there was that one time when she asked him about flying. 

Slowly giving a smile, Saeril looked at the dwarf as he seemed to be a little bored. "Still up for that view?", she offered him, if he really desired to see the world from above at the moment.