As Yavanna watched Saeril, she was silent. Hoping for some kind of an answer from the elder she-elf. Biting down on her lower lip,she could sense that Saeril wasn't so open to saying what-ever it was. Just the way she said it; made Yavanna think there might be more to the story. But for now, it also seemed like a good explanation for her reactions if she was sensing something in the distance. Keeping quiet for a while, Yavanna had waited until Saeril spat out the words, she was trying to get out of her. It took a few moments for Yavanna to process the thoughts too.

"Do you think, he's slowly coming back?" Yavanna asked softly; trace of worry and fear in her voice.

Despite being young in age, Yavanna had heard stories and tales about the Dark Lord Sauron, growing up. So she was no stranger to the evil that was making his way back into their world.