She saw me struggling to get a portrait so she flew nearer, as if to say: ‘Here, photo me like this, my dear’ and after that, she skipped to another flower nearer, and flew away toward me, as I was still kneeling to stand again, she brushed my face lightly with her wing, no bite, but a kiss.
P.S. Can you name this butterfly? She seemed to realize I found her very rare, not seen before at all. 🙂