Saeril watched the younger she-elf as she approached her. It was remarkable on how much the girl looked a lot like the young Elven woman that Saeril saw within her mind. She didn't know who she was, since she didn't necessarily receive a name; but she looked a lot like Yavanna, only older. She knew it was none of her business, since the elder kept her word in keeping her thoughts to herself and not pry upon the princess' affairs. But, if it's for the benefit of protecting her, then it might be considered necessary to ask the young one herself. It was that maternal connection she had within her; since the mysterious disappearance of the girl's mother, it was like Saeril was filling in the void of motherly affection for her. The winged she-elf knew that she couldn't replace Lady Celebrian, no; for the girl's sake, she wouldn't...it would be considered as cold and selfish. However, with her innocence and all, Saeril is willing to give Yavanna her full attention, comfort, as well as advice and guidance whenever she was on the bad side of her feelings. 

"Do you have your sword on you?", the elder asked her, hoping she had the said-weapon. If confirmed, the elder stepped back with a few pace, before bringing her arms to the forefront, allowing her cloak to linger behind her shoulders, until it transformed into her black-brown feathery wings, tucking them in. "Attack me if you will", she told her, softly. "As fast as you can".