Saeril looked at Strider when he told them that they shouldn't be there at that time. Flicking her eyes to the window, she heard the screeching, and there wasn't a reason for them to stay. Taking back their exit, the she-elf kept her hood covering her head while they took their exit. 

It took all night to walk through the woods, and it was a pain to almost walk through the same trees she once did sixty years. Every so often, she turned to gaze at Kili every once in a while to make sure he was at least nearby. Passing to Rivendell, she figured that her past also related to Strider's own. When the she-elf was in the Elven city to be mentally repaired, Saeril did recall upon seeing a young boy running around the palace. He runs by, with her looking back at him when she walked, and as a result, he has grown. 

Hearing the Nazgul screeches, Saeril had her daggers drawn before the ranger told her and Kili to run the rest of the way for Rivendell. It was a dilemma now: stay and have Strider's back, or obey his wishes and keep Kili safe. It was really hard now for this sort of situation. "But Strider...!"