Saeril gave a heartfelt chuckle to the ranger's retort. Teasing was one thing, but being serious was another. She [i]was[/i] being serious, at this very moment. She felt the new wave of something powerful, and it wasn't pleasant to actually feel. Only those of the strong -will could resist, like herself, but those who think of greed, are incapable of resisting such seduction from the small object. This was quick to think about, on its effect upon her godson. She knew he wasn't immune to such power, and despite the fact that he was immune to Erebor's gold-lust, this was a whole new level for her guardianship. 

This worried her greatly, meaning she won't be able to sleep at night alone. Mahal, she never slept alone, nor did Saeril close her eyes, since elves technically sleep with their eyes open, in order to gather their strength. "Chased you?", she asked the Hobbit. "Where did you run from?", she was anxious to know the answer, because if it was the Shire, she knew that Bilbo Baggins held something that was valuable to these creatures, and she heard stories about The One resurrecting; from Dol Guldor, to Mordor, they say. Saeril's eyes flicked to Kili on her right side, and she heard about the Nazgul riding in the wind as they speak. "We're not safe here", she spoke up before looking to the ranger. "Strider?"