Saeril didn't speak, even as she heard the rest of the council begin to argue back and forth on what to do. All she did, was stare at the ring, having to see the fire within the object. The fear that brewed within her eyes, told her that everyone was going to be in great danger once the Dark Lord gains his full power...if they didn't act. However, by the time, she was about to say something, but then the young Hobbit who sat next to her, make his declaration. It made Saeril look up in surprise, although it faded as soon as this action reminded her of Bilbo Baggins. This was his nephew Frodo Baggins; their bravery didn't go unnoticed. It actually gave her a feeling to gather her bearings. Maybe this would become another honorable deed that she might be able to achieve to correct herself. 

"I will help bear this burden, Master Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear", Gandalf said to him, having to stand by his side, as a good friend should. The wizard turned his gaze to Saeril, who saw him give her an encouraging nod, making her sigh, wipe the tears from her face, and stand. "You have my wings", she said to Frodo, with a small smile, although it was sad, just slightly.