Saeril sighed; her eyes closing briefly as she tried to think of a better way say what she meant. "I meant no disrespect, young Durin", she quickly defended. "My only hope for you, is to keep your distance", it was slowly directed towards him in a reassuring manner. Once again, she sighed sadly. 

"You must understand: your uncle is suffering. The truth behind the wealth of Durin's Folk; it's a curse", she grimly informed him, almost like a warning. "Listen to me well, Kili. While I resided here with your mother, your great-grandfather was the same. He never left that room, and Thorin was left watching him drink up the every shine of that treasure. His thirst was insatiable", she foretold. "The dragon that once resided here, left something behind. Something that will eventually darken Oakenshield's heart, and make him slowly become something that won't be as you know him", the she-elf had to explain it to him. She took a breath, almost panting in her words. "That stone, Kili, will become his undoing; his obsession, it will blind him of you".