I... didn't. ( She has to confess, apologetic as she steps forward. In the absence of the rose, her fingers twist together a little nervously, and elbow bent, and she huffs out a breathless exhale as she follows Sara in. ) It's-- I like roses, and white ones are especially significant. It is... I am glad that it is a significant colour for you, as well.

Hi she's not good at being nervous, she really hates it, this is hard, she doesn't quite know what to do with herself and so awkwardly hangs back a few paces behind Sara because the last time they saw each other had ended with distance as a painful third figure, of sorts, in their... in whatever it was they had. )

You look nice. ( In fairness Sara could be dressed in a potato sack and be fresh from rolling through the mud and Leliana would still think she looked nice, but even so. )