Legolas was in complete thought when the girl began to explain her bloodline. Complicated, indeed, but special, all at the same time. Just as they rode upon the new terrain, Legolas instinctively reached behind him, almost in a way to shield Yavanna, or to prevent her from falling off the horse. This was too a reflex and, once again, he was stubborn, acting as if it was a mutual instinct, and not out of love. He couldn't admit his feelings yet; it could go all wrong if he said something too soon. 

Honestly, at this moment, Saeril felt herself being a child again; sitting on the floor in tears, and with Kili present, it was like their roles have been switched. This time, it was him that was giving her comfort, showing affection in his caring nature for the older she-elf's wellbeing. Inside, Saeril somehow felt safe with him. Again, it was like their roles were switched, but in reality, it wasn't to be, naturally. 

Speaking of rest, the she-elf didn't remember the last time she had a break. With everything prevailing, it was like "rest" couldn't be reached, not rig everything and everyone in such a dark situation. But Kili preferred it for her, and Saeril figured that perhaps now was the time to get it. "I will", she, once again, reluctantly nodded.