While watching the scene before her, Saeril thought back to her memories, much to her own surprise. She had been so focused on her own pain, and her duties as a guardian, for so long, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in the arms of a mother. As much as she tries to be a mother-like figure to Yavanna, she had nearly forgotten about her own. Truth be told, it saddened her a little. She looked to the ground, having to feel almost empty inside, once the feeling of being the last Fangorian Elf came over her. It remained as a terrible memory: Having to be the last one of an ancient people during the First Age. How she missed being loved by her own flesh and blood. 

Perhaps once they get back to Rivendell, just maybe, Yavanna may return to her old spirits. But to Saeril, it was doubtful, considering how quiet the younger she-elf had been. It was a motherly instinct for the elder to try and comfort her, but she knew she can’t do everything; the poor girl was in mourning. All she could do, was make sure that she was safe. It made Saeril feel a bit dissapointed in herself; that she couldn’t do much to help her. 

“Thank you”, Dis responded, relieved to see the two she-elves commit to her request. Placing both of her hands at the sides of her son’s face, she gave him a loving kiss to his forehead. “Stay out of trouble and protect your family. Do you hear me?”, her voice became desperate. “Protect your family and come home!”