Yavanna wondered, why Bofur brought this up now. It seemed like the Dwarf had bad timing. As Saeril led her outside, the young Princess blushed. "Wh...what face?"she asked. She didn't really know, what expression Saeril was talking about or if she'd seen it more than once.

Her curiosity, and teasing. Made her cheeks tingle with the blush. "I.. nothing...I just did what most good person would have done...Saved his life." Yavanna said softly. "It's bad enough, the King was angry for this...misunderstandings...his son dying, would have been worse." She didn't really think, they'd want more enemies. Especially the army of King Thranduil after them, if Yavanna hadn't saved the Prince's life. She wouldn't be able to live, with that guilt.

"I know, he doesn't like me. But I can't bring myself to hate him...It's not in my nature, to hate." Yavanna muttered softly. Before she glanced at the river...watching the icy water. Without really knowing, she was looking in the direction of Mirkwood.