It wasn't often that members of the Akatsuki got days off, much less an entire week. Even if they were still spending it in Ame, it was still a well needed (and well deserved) break that the two were thankful for.
Akemi acted differently than when she was on missions, Sasori noted. It was expected, of course. When they were on missions, they had to act very carefully, say all the right things, play the roles they were given. But here they had no need for the masks they so often wore. He liked to believe that this is what she was really like, even if it wasn't what he was used to.
The kids, dear lord, the children. It seemed like there wasn't a moment when Akemi wasn't talking or playing or simply being with one of them. She held no favorites, as any good person should. She made sure to distribute herself equally amongst the orphans of the village, or as much as she could, anyway. Given what had happened there, there were rather a lot of them. And yet she still knew all their names, knew what they liked and didn't. It was impressive to watch, actually.
Each wound, from a scraped knee to a broken arm, got taken care of to the best of her abilities. If she couldn't take care of it, she made sure they got to a proper medic, even if she had to pay for it out of her pocket. She would kiss them, hug them, hold them when they cried. She tucked them in at night and read them stories. She buried the ones that didn't make it.
All of this, Sasori observes in silence, as he does everything. It's during one of the few times they had a moment to themselves when he finally spoke on it. "You would make a good mother," is all he says. The shadow that crosses her face speaks volumes.
He never questions her stops for the children again.