"You can look all you want," she told him softly, didn't mind it so much in the moment. It at least felt less personal than the things she'd drawn while alone, because he was here, part of the process. Dolores glanced back over as he spoke, caught herself staring at the profile of his face as illuminated in the sun, blinked, then stared back down at her notebook as she struggled to push away a wave of feelings.
Drawing him like this was tempting, but she chose to let him enjoy the peace without interruption, instead flipped through the pages of her drawings until she decided on the one she liked best with a series of the most unusually patterned butterflies she'd noticed. She inscribed it with her name and his in dedication, added a small heart out of habit and... well she couldn't erase it, instead carefully tore the page from the notebook before she could change her mind.
She waited patiently for his moment to be over before offering it over to him. "It's not much, but..." she hoped he'd understand the gesture itself was more than the drawing alone.