Saeril has been clinging upon the ceiling ever since the company walked into the room. She could only sigh in frustration and despair since her actions have never seemed to go as planned. On the bright side, the ElvenKing had his wife's gems back, but it had serve dto only make matters worse on Thorin's part. It was that same amount of fear she had displayed, ever since he'd started submerging into the Dragon Sickness. Her head lightly touched the surface of the ceiling, just as she tried to think of something they all can potentially do, to make this right. But then, it felt like there was nothing they could do...nothing. 

She could only close her eyes when Kili began to yell at the King again. It was of no use; they can't bring him back. They just couldn't. However, once she heard Thorin's words sound reasonable again, she looked down, only to pray that what she heard was true. Was this the real Thorin talking? The Thorin they all have come to respect, and give in return? His words, rang true for her suspicions. Thorin was back! Letting her grip loosen upon the stone surface, the she-elf descended, and landed gracefully upon the ground, not making noise, but only a silent [i]thud[/i]. Tucking her wings in, she made a sad smile. He [i]is[/i] back! The Dwarf-King who was worthy of the crown under the Mountain, was back! [i]He fought the sickness.[/i]

Fili cautiously watched Thorin approach them, and his question made him begin to believe that the uncle he knew, and loved, has come back for them. In response to his question, the blonde lifted a sword in determination, an silent action that displayed a sense of courage, and a willingness to fight in the name of his family. [i]Their[/i] family...

Just before Kili could venture with them, Saeril stopped him with a wing blocking his path, having to give him a faithful smile, before leading him up to the level where she was only a few hours ago. It was right above the entrance of the Mountain, and having to look over the side of the ledge, the she-elf bent down to one knee, in order to let him climb on, giving him the notion that they will fly into battle, and protect what's theirs: the Mountain.