Looking at Yavanna, Saeril could only display what seems to be a mix of sadness and worry in her eyes, specifically for the young dwarf. In some ways, Kili was right; they couldn’t solve the problem for him, nor do anything about it. “We don’t intend to speak for you, Young Durin!”, there was sternness and slight condenscending in her voice, as she countered Kili’s words. As soon as the princess made her vow, Saeril’s voice softened once again. “You have our word”, and she meant it. 

The elder knew she was only trying to help Kili, but it was then that she realized herself making it his situation even worse. For him to push away, Saeril stood back up to her full height, from where she kneeled down. As much as she didn’t want him to leave her sight, the Elven guardian knew she can’t  prevent him from making his own decisions. Except for the ones that would easily get him into trouble, or result in something much worse. If he desired to be left alone, this was going to be the one occassion where she would ever comply on such a wish. 

Saeril felt her efforts to be futile as she tried to help Kili mentally, and emotionally, recover from the events of battle. After having to sigh sadly to herself, that dull ache was back in her head, causing the elder to wince quietly.