Saeril continued to glare at the male elf, just as Elledan spoke to her in such a direct tone. In all of her times of being alive, many have been condescending towards here, and she tolerated it. But when it came to stepping in between her and them, it wasn't acceptable. Her grip tightened a little; her impressive strength making itself, even while she heard Kili warn him of what she was capable of. 

Noticing Yavanna venture on ahead, Saeril let go of him, and moved ahead to catch up with her. She had to follow after her, really to make sure that she was okay, and hopefully, dry her tears. The last thing they needed was for the princess to fall into another state of depression.