Yavanna looked at the elder she-elf; with soft yet sad eyes. Seeing Saeril's own sadness. It made the young elf, wonder what past she had and what things, she must have went through. But being silent; a good listener. She listened to Saeril explain. She nodded gently, as Saeril mentioned being the last of the Fangorn elves. "Yes, quite rare you're the last one." she said softly. Yavanna gave her a tender, soft smile. She felt sorry for the Dwarves.

When Saeril mentioned, many of her kind took their own lives. The sadness grew in her eyes. Feeling her pain. "That's so tragic." the young Princess said, mostly to herself. She couldn't imagine, what a painful memory that must have been.

She couldn't help but smile softly, as Saeril talked about the sons of Durin. "You are different...and unique...does not mean, one to be feared." Yavanna told her softly. Being different, unique in her mind and view was special. "Fili and Kili love you, I can see that...they both think highly of you." she reassured Saeril with a smile. She noticed it in the way, Kili was with Saeril and the way Fili talked about her earlier. There was no fear, disgust there. Just love.