She feels a very profound need to hug him, useless to verbalize, but coloring her expression to an unprecedented degree. Were that one could only stare in so particular a way.

"Always. Promise." And then, because it will do no good to sit and stare, she rises and paces off briefly. When she returns to her seat, it is with some paper - thankfully not wrenched from any books.

One is slid gently toward him.

Origami?