"That's a fairy story, lad, nothing more", Dwalin answered with a shake of his head.

Just as Yavanna moved to Kili's side, Saeril maneuvered herself so she was sitting right next to her injured godson, already expressing such pity, some relief, and slight fear within her eyes, already knowing what this wound would do to him later on, if the princess' tending was enough. For their and Yavanna's sake, the elder didn't let this fear overcome her. However, the girl's singing had managed to soothe her worries, and gently take his hand in hers, letting the song calm her down. "I can't thank you enough, Yavanna", she said to the younger, with a motherly smile, happy for her to help Kili, as well as help relinquish her inner fears.