Listening to Searil speak. Yavanna was in deep thought for a few moments. [i]'Maybe's she's right.'[/i] she thought to herself. What use was it? Getting upset, over this? But a part of her, could not help it. His words had caught her off guard and hurt, even if she wasn't meant to take it personally. "How do you usually, cope with him?" Yavanna asked her. She wasn't sure, how long Saeril had known Thorin. But it seemed like she either tuned out his harsh words, and tried not to take it to heart. Or she just hid her feelings well.

She didn't even realize, tears run down her cheeks. Until she felt the winged she-elf wipe a few away. Yavanna gave Saeril a gentle, soft; slightly sad smile still. But a hint of her light was coming back to her. Her motherly comfort was starting to make her feel better.