She bows her head for him to place the crown, her smile unshadowed and her face unlined by all cares. "'Affection', for the sorrel," she tells him, plucking a strand of sorrel and placing it behind his ear. "The cowslip's meaning depends more on context, so for now..."

She picks another cowslip, slides the bloom along Faramir's cheek. Their faces are only a few inches apart. "Adventure, mischief...the ability to find hidden things..." She glances down at his mouth, and unconsciously licks her lips. "Do you remember what I said I would do, when I first told you of this place?"