The ride back to Suna was nearly unbearable. Temari sat beside Gaara, trying to act as though she wasn't there. Poor Sakura just sat across from them, perfectly still, staring out the window forlornly. Temari snuck a look at her brother. He was as calm as always, with his usual stony expression. She wondered how he could be that way now, when it really mattered, when he had been nearly a nervous wreck on the way to Konoha, when Sakura hadn't been around to see how much he cared.
She looked again at Sakura. The poor girl looked so distraught; Temari was beginning to wonder if she had done the right thing. What if Sakura wasn't actually in love with Gaara as well? In her excitement for her brother's first love, she hadn't even stopped to think about Sakura's feelings. Tsunade too, had been cold in her dismissal of Sakura. What if they had done a truly terrible thing?
And putting aside Sakura's feelings, Temari didn't think her brother would take rejection very well. After all, it was his first time, and it was only pretty recently that he had gained control of his mind enough to stop killing people on a whim.
All in all, she was beginning to feel very uneasy.