Everything she does is strong. [ Cecily concedes, with a small smile. She admires the mage, though she doesn't always understand or agree with her. Madame de Fer is a lot of things, many of which the Inquisitor hasn't really come to wrap her head around yet. ]

Oh- No, these only just appeared. I've never seen them before: it was only a joke.

[ She admits a little laugh, glancing down again at the flowers. Like Cole, she's thinking of herbs and other plants that they've found across Thedas, but none were... exactly like these. ]

It does. [ Look nice. Not that she can see it up on her own head. If it makes him happy, then that's good enough for her, and the Inquisitor can't help but brighten a little more when he does. ]

Admiration. [ She repeats, the tiniest spots of color blooming in her cheeks. She's never been admired for anything, hadn't done much to speak of before the Inquisition. Even then, she'd started off much less of a serious figure than anyone had wanted and had grown into the role out of necessity. That anyone would admire her is fairly overwhelming, makes her want to shrink back and pass the credit to someone else, which she almost always does. ]

Thank you, Cole. [ Cecily says again, earnestly. ] I don't always earn it, but... the thought is very sweet. It means a lot to me.

[ His judgment is one of the most honest, the most comprehensive, given his insight into all their lives. Aside from that, he's just a genuinely good person. ]