"Thank you", the she-elf respectfully thanked her, already growing fond of her, at an equal protective measure to how she is with her godsons. The she-elf carefully allowed herself to lean against the youngest, in order to try and stand. She didn't put too much weight on the wound, when she stood up, but she didn't let herself succumb to the pain. Elves heal quickly, so her chances to heal would be hopeful. 

Her wings transforming back into her cloak, Saeril carefully set herself onto the bedroll in the middle between the brothers, and let them stick close with her and Yavanna throughout the night.