It bothered her, that she couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong with him. She lay awake into the night, mulling it over in her mind, trying to figure out what it was she was missing. There had to be some key to it – something that would fit all the pieces together so that it made sense.
It made no sense.
She wanted so much to help him, to fix him. She couldn't stand the thought of living cut off from her chakra; how could Gaara stand it? If it was her she would be a wreck. How did Gaara manage to stay so calm, so rational?
She had always known he was strong, but never before had she thought he was brave, until he had lost his strength.