Kili hated what had happened. He lived. His brother and their dear uncle was gone; died. And there was nothing he could have done to saved either of them. "How...how is it going to be okay?" he breathed out. "Isn't it bad enough, that my mother lost her grand-father, her father, my father...now her only brother and eldest son?!" Kili raised his voice in sad frustration.
Looking between them both, he sighed softly. "I do trust both of you, but I don't need either of you speaking for me!" Telling his mother, it was something he had to do himself. Not Yavanna, Not Saeril. But himself.
"I won't say a word, unless you want me to." Yavanna promised Kili. She knew where he was coming from. If she was in his situation, she wouldn't want him or Saeril to handle the matter for her; no matter how hard it was. Hearing Saeril, Yavanna sighed softly. "Saeril is right, Fili...and Th..Thorin might be gone. But they will never be forgotten." It was hard to say both names of the fallen Dwarves, right now. Seeing how Yavanna considered them family and dear friends. But she could not change what had happened. Things always happened for a reason. Including the deaths of loved one's.
When Saeril touched the side of his face...Kili could see visions. Images of Fili asking their god-mother to defend him, no matter what. Kili stumbled away a little,with tears in his eyes. When she hugged him, Kili stiffened for a moment, before he pulled back "I need...just leave me alone...both of you." he said. He needed time to think alone, what he would say to his mother and needed some space.