Yavanna had not seen Saeril in such a state; as many times as Kili may have. But it was enough for her to know, that something may have been wrong. And this time, she felt glad that Saeril did not lie to her about what was wrong; but was letting her know that something was wrong.

Hearing that her suspicions and worries, about Sauron rising up were true caused a glum and worried expression to fill her eyes. And for more than few seconds, it made her wish Legolas was here; his presence made her feel more safe. Yavanna knew very well, that the enemy was after her too. Her death would only not cause tragedy for those who loved her and cared about her; but for the rest of Middle Earth...as all hope would perish with her death.

Feeling Saeril's comforting touch. Yavanna sighed slightly in worry. Leaning her head against the elder's shoulder. Feeling some sort of peace for a few moments; but her mind was racing with various thoughts, worries and concerns. Action needed to be taken, if there was any Hope left of Saving Middle Earth and all that was good.