Saeril looked to the ground in thought, after she heard Kili ask about her favorite place to fly. In truth, she'd admire the scene anywhere. It was hard to choose one. After a moment of thought, the she-elf glance over to him. "I love being everywhere", she smiled softly. "I can't choose one", she admitted, before she heard distant voices with her sensitive ears. The noise made her perk her head away from the young dwarf, and to the direction of the noise, listening. 

Fili held his ground, once his uncle began to, once again, become paranoid and ramble about the skeptical trust Elves can display. "How can they be all bad, uncle?", he asked, reserved as always. "The Elves you saw that day, are not like the ones here. Tell me, aren't they and Delva turning their backs on us now?", Fili had to speak on the matter from his point of view. So far, Yavanna didn't refuse on giving them what they need, and Delva didn't turn her back on them every time they were in danger.