When the shadowy figure appeared outside his window, he was surprised at how calm he felt. After all, the red-haired kid climbing into the hospital room had tried to kill him in his sleep the last time he had visited. Lee watched him, more curious than afraid.
Gaara spoke. "There's a tradition, in the Hidden Sand," he started, "that when a person is ill, he makes one thousand sand castles. Because of his dedication and hard work, his wish of becoming well is granted."
Lee smiled, thrilled. "Are you going to help me make them?"
Gaara smiled slowly, then nodded.