Once Dis has asked that question, Saeril tried to hide the sorrow in her eyes, to the best of her ability. She looked at Yavanna next to her, before gently placing her hand on the girl’s upper-arm, as a sign of comfort. Remarkably, as if on cue, Kili appeared at just the right time before any of them could say anything to the Dwarven woman. Hearing her title from a very familiar voice, Dis turned her attention to see her youngest child approaching her, and wrap her in a hug. Not hesitating to return the gesture, Dis smiled, relieved yet happy. For him to be slightly taller than herself, she wrapped her arms around her son’s neck. 

Pulling away, Dis briefly touched the sides of his face, internally thankful he came back, as he had promised. She continued to warmly smile. “She’s quite lovely, this one”, she said, complimenting the young elf. “Now, where’s your brother? Are you two knuckleheads still bringing trouble?”, however, his response was not what she expected, causing her to frown in concern. “What is it?”