"Mercifully no," Herian replies, with a bit of a smile. "I had to return to a village in Orlais a few times over, during my travels. Enough times to allow up to get this far — I'm not sure if I should consider expanding if, if ever the artist and I cross ways again."

She grins, catching Cosima's wrist, so she can start to idly trace her fingers over the scattering of the dandelion fluff. "I thought I would be able to endure it all at once, but I was much relieved to uncover that was not a path that Maxence advised. But here," and she lightly taps the dandelion, "I did not realise you had a secret passion for herbology all this while."

Secret passion, not quite emphasised enough to have something scandalous implied, but close.