This is taken from a drabble collection I have up on Archive of Our Own.
I own nothing.
Her body looks small. In Suna, among the Kazekage's people at least, the bodies of the dead aren't tampered with, apart from being cleaned, before burial; they must be buried quickly.
Karura is paler and smaller in death, though she had been small in life and her skin had grown waxen. Her husband looks upon her, cold skin thin as paper, bones standing out everywhere from her poor limbs, hair lank. Immaculately clean, arrayed for death.
This all seems unreal. She seems a stranger to him, a different woman. But then, she had said the same, when this all started.