Beleth patiently waits for him to put his arm around her, before leaning back against him. It's familiar and it's comforting, and Beleth hopes that it makes him feel better too, so she can feel less selfish for enjoying it. The Dalish are pretty touchy feely by nature, calming and comforting with physical affection. But with the current situation, Beleth doesn't really feel like asking for a hug just because she's a bit put out.

"An Orlesian soap. Putting shoes on me, putting lavender soap on me. You're trying to domesticate me, Zevran. How are people going to know that I'm a wild Dalish, and hide their children and virgins from me?" She smiles again at him, words and face gentle, despite the light teasing. This is what Zevran did, wasn't it? Joke instead of talk about anything serious. She could handle this.

She pulls out a second flower, and slowly, carefully, reaches to put it behind his ear.