It's nice to have her difference just treated as part of the way the world is, no confusion, no awkwardness. Mary already knows that she doesn't look like a proper dwarf (the race) but not how she'd 'stack up' to other short-statured races.

"Oh my!" Mary exclaims, when the flower blooms. She reaches out and lightly touches the camellia, then looks at Mairi with surprise. "For me? Are you su-- I mean, thank you, but... I wasn't expecting a gift for talking to you."

She takes the flower with gentle fingers and then tucks it into her hair, close to one ear, with a hasty bit of braiding to hopefully secure it. She smiles brightly and asks,

"How do I look?"