While taking charge, Legolas listened to every word the princess said, from her talking about the source of her glow, to the capabilities and limits of its power. She was almost the same as his mother, both in power, beauty, and personality altogether. She was becoming some sort of reminder to him, and that was what he could within her eyes. In a way, his feelings for her, grew into a certain fondness. He was quiet after he smiled small back to her, only for these thoughts to get in the way of his thinking as they rode across some rocky terrain.

Saeril was truly in a void that could eventually consume her. She regretted ever letting Kili see her like this, and the fear of him finding out what she was. She feared that it would tear their bond apart; make all of that trust they built together, crumble. Tears falling down her beautiful Elven face, the she-elf held her head desperately, as if trying to guard it from this entity from ever coming back. Saeril cried on the spot; on her knees, upon the floor with her folded wings still present, breaking down. Just by hearing her name come from her godson, she couldn't bear to look at him; not after what he just saw. "Stay away, my child", she tried to tell him, but choked on her tears. "Stay away", in truth, the she-elf didn't want him to go, but she wanted him to keep his distance from her. To not get close. All she felt was shame.

She wanted to scoot herself away from him, but she was too late to perform said-action once he put his arms around her, as if he was tryin to comfort her; she felt it to be of a comforting action. Sniffling lightly, she completed this said-embrace with one of her hands resting on the back of his head, and the other on his back. "It's nothing. Not about any of you, young Durin", she confessed and softly reassured. Should she tell him? No; later. "I'll be okay", she whispered.