As soon as she's approached by someone, she quickly lowers the flower, trying not to look like a child who got caught. No harm in smelling, surely.

"I was hoping it was a flower from where I'm from. Embrium. It's as well known for it's healing properties as it is for its fragrance." She explains, holding up the petal to him. "This one does smell lovely, but I don't think it is the same. A shame, it makes a lovely tea." She pauses, looking around the garden contemplatively. "Though I don't know if the flowers here are allowed to be gathered at all, whatever they may be." She'd always appreciated a more practical garden, that grew herbs and flowers for the use of others, but she knew others preferred a more ornamental arrangement.