She and Hanabi had dinner without Sasuke, spending most of that time talking about him and Konohamaru.
They touched briefly on Naruto, but the subject was short-lived because a certain Sarutobi came up.
The woman loved listening to her sister talk, especially about things that she loved.
Even if it always circled back to the boy.
But sitting up with the girl well into the night, or rather lying on the guest room floor with her while she listened to the numerous stories about how she managed to sneak Konohamaru into the compound, was still exhausting.
Or about how she snuck out of the compound to see him.
It reminded the elder sister a lot of herself, though she hadn't ever been so brazen as to try sneaking Sasuke in.
The sun was rising by the time that the two finally fell asleep, and her own sleep was heavy and dreamless.
She didn't know if she could say the same thing for Hanabi, who was bubblier than ever while they ate dinner the following morning, taking the liberties of feeding Kuro and Shiro.
The brunette seemed especially fond of Kuro.
"Hina-nē?"
The woman in question looked up from the book she'd curled up on the couch to read, one of many of the Icha Icha novels that Hatake Kakashi had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday.
"Hm?"
"When does Sasu-nī get back?"
She shrugged, glancing to the clock, "Whenever Haruno-san and Naruto-san let him go, I guess."
Whenever he went out with those two, it was more likely than not that they'd drag him off to train after eating, or before so, and then make him go on whatever S-Rank mission they could get.
She had gotten used to it.