The group had been sitting around for several minutes, maybe up to an hour, as Gandalf tried to figure out what the password was on the door. The Hobbits were throwing rocks into the water, while everybody stood around, waiting for the wizard to open the doors. It was becoming quite frustrating for the Gandalf to figure it out, but one can't blame him for not being able to open the passage. Saeril stood far away from the group, more particularly, Kili; as much as she wanted to comfort him, and reassure him that they were going to end the one responsible, she couldn't risk the opportunity, due to the much hatred he currently had for her. Once again, she was left in the dust. It pained her just as much, when she had to stand in the spot where the king and Thrain died, as well as countless others of Kili and Gimli's kin. 

A twig snapped, and by the time, everybody else turned around, the figure of Yavanna was approaching them. "She's alive!", Merry piped up, having to be quite astonished to see the girl. How could one ever survive such a fall? But what did it matter? Yavanna was alive! Legolas didn't hesitate to approach her, having to feel a huge amount of relief in his chest, just by seeing her appear, alive...but wounded. Carefully, he placed an arm around her waist, while putting one of her arms over his shoulder. "Come sit down", he told her, having to feel his protective instinct come back full-force. 

Saeril remained as a witness, in the distance and, although she too was relieved to see the girl living, her own silent anger didn't fade. Saruman was still going to pay, regardless. She then looked away, having to remember to not give any contact, as she had promised before the journey.