She was so nervous she was shaking. There wasn't much that could shake a 6'6 horned giantess who was capable of setting you aflame with the snap of her fingers but here she was, standing just outside camp with a handful of flowers, trying to find the courage to walk up to the intended recipient of the bouquet. This was actually the second group of yellow tulips and daffodils she had picked. The first had been accidentally crushed. Sometimes she forgot her own strength.

As she stood there trying to make her feet move, she saw the person she wanted to speak to leaving the camp. Realizing she was losing the opportunity, she took off in the direction they went. With her long legs, it didn't take long to reach them. "Scout Harding," she cried out, causing the dwarf to stop and turn towards her. "Inquisitor. Did you need something?" Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, Adaar found herself at a loss for words and simply shoved the bundle of flowers towards Harding. The dwarf found it difficult to hide her shock, her eyes growing wide as she shifted her gaze from the bouquet to the Inquisitor.

"Are these…..are these for me?" Adaar simply nodded her head, her face turning crimson. Reaching out, Harding took the yellow flowers from the Inquisitor's outstretched hand. "I don't know what say. They are beautiful." "They reminded me of you," responded Adaar, finding her voice at last. "Every time I see you, it's like feeling the warmth of the sun in spring after a long winter." This time it was Scout Harding left speechless. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she struggled with her words.

With every second, Adaar felt herself growing more nervous. Had she read things wrong? Was she trying to figure out how to let her down easily? She waited patiently, watching as the dwarf seemed to come to a decision. Holding up her hand, implying that the Inquisitor wait, Harding looked around until she spotted what she needed. Grabbing the much larger hand of the Qunari, she pulled her over to a small ledge. Standing on it now placed them at eye level. With resolve in her eyes, she lurched forward and captured Adaar's lips with her own.

The Inquisitor was taken by surprise but quickly recovered and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. After a few minutes, they both pulled back with matching grins gracing their faces. Adaar was the first to break the silence. "I guess you liked the flowers Scout Harding?" "Call me Lace," was her reply as the dwarf captured her lips again.