Harrow frowns, a different frown this time. (This one means she doesn't have a good rebuttal for that.) She unwraps the first package and with some coaxing it pops back up into a lily. Harrow places it cautiously beside the bone vase that holds the necromantically preserved original lily and violet.

(But even Harrow's powers have their limits, and they are beginning to grey and crumble on the edges.)

She reaches for the other with another, third kind of frown. "Sentiment. Combined with craftsmanship. Hallmarks of an appropriate tribute."