He placed another petal directly over her cheek. That's been about sixty, hasn't it? It's a rather strange occurrence but he acts out on mere whims and it had somehow ended up with wondering how many crushed rose petals Tabris could place on her before she awakens. The shade of cream from the white rose blends in rather nicely against her complexion. Ah, another petal over pliant full lips.
The funny thing about Her ability to Sense the energy of others is that it is quite improbable that one could sneak up on Her, even when She is asleep. A portion of Her Awareness, usually monitored by She who is the Progenitor, is always attuned to the surrounding area in which the active portion of Her Soul resides. Therefore, She was awake before Tabris even reached Her side, and yet did nothing more than watch and wait.
The rose petals baffle Her, as such an action from this One is unprecedented. She waits, marking the placement of each petal, counting the numbers, and wondering. When the sixty-second petal descends, finding its rest atop Her lips with the soft flutter not unlike a most chaste kiss, She opens Her eyes, looking up at Him silently in question, no other movement to announce Her wakeful state.