( Leliana is in too much of a hurry to leave and get there to remember to reply.

She is also, impressively, late. Not by long, about five minutes, maybe seven. Fine, nine minutes late, and then she's breathlessly at Sara's door, rambling full force the moment it opens, breathless. She ran, and she ran in heels and a skirt, as well as holding a white rose. )

— I'm so sorry, I was trying to find a nice one in the gardens, and I got a little distracted trying to pick one that was just right, and then suddenly I'd been there a good fifteen minutes and still didn't have a rose, so I sort of panicked, and...

( A slow, defeated exhale, as she looks at the rose. It's nice, but it's not perfect to the standard she was hoping, and she looks disappointed in herself. )

This is for you.