Hinata wiped the dripping sweat from her forehead with her towel and panted. Temari raised an eyebrow at her as she came into the training room. "Is there a reason you're killing yourself in here?"
"I gained a lot of weight according to my physical," Hinata explained.
Temari's face scrunched in confusion. "You don't seem like the type that would worry about their weight."
"I usually don't, but if I have gained that much weight, I likely have also lost muscle as well. I should not let my body degrade." Hinata readied herself as Temari grabbed a weapon for training.
"Do you think that it was just from your recovery?" Temari wondered.
"The medic told me that you can put on weight if you are emotionally compromised. Your metabolism and hormones can slow down, and until they recover, I would have trouble returning to the weight that I was." They lunged at each other. She would just work harder on her training. There was no reason to vastly change her diet for this.
Temari made a face. "I guess that is different from person to person. You also were a lot more miserable for a longer period. It was still not that long. Did it happen that quick?"
"With enough trauma, you can lose or gain weight rapidly depending on your body type since Matsuri ensured I was eating. Instead of losing weight, I gained it." Hinata pieced together. "I'm more worried about Gaara. He can't seem to eat enough since he got home, and he is still so thin, but he's recovering.
Temari kicked at her. "This is the thinnest I have ever seen him. Do you think…" Her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh… wait, how extensive was your physical."
"The standard for release from medical training restriction." Hinata stopped her attack, confused.
"That doesn't check for pregnancy, does it?" Temari asked, bewildered.
"No… but" Hinata waved her hands. "I'm not pregnant."
"How do you know." Temari pressed. "You've been married for how long now?"
Hinata tried not to laugh. "I'm a Hyuga."
Temari pouted, dropping her shoulders. "You would see it." Hinata giggled. "Damn it."
"Hinata-sama?" A nin poked their head in her office door.
"Yes?" Hinata frowned at the nin, unsure.
"There is a situation I think it would be best if you handled." Hinata got up, setting her work aside.
"What kind of situation?" Hinata wondered as she was led down the hall.
"I think you should see for yourself." He answered.
Hinata frowned.
"Please, we have nowhere to go. We barely made it here." The thin man in ragged clothes that were not designed for the desert begged.
"Suna has no way to bring in refugees. We have no place to keep you, and the elements will kill you if you live in the open." He shrank, and his elder daughter placed her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "I suggest you continue to Konoha. They welcome refugees openly and will help you on your feet." The children with him were covered in dirt and looked exhausted and hungry. "I can offer a night's rest and an escort for safe passage, but I can't allow you to stay here."
The man hugged his children tightly, tears running down his face. "Thank you." He bowed low, taking them with him.
Hinata lowered her head to her nearest nin. "Please take them to bathe and feed them well, have them stay where we have beds for the sandstorms." She stepped and then caught him again. "Please have the children looked at before the trip. If they are sick, they won't make it."
"Of course, Hinata-sama."
Hinata headed back inside. She was going to get hell for this.
"We do not take refugees." The council speaker snapped at her.
"We are not taking them. We are guiding them to Konoha." Hinata replied calmly.
"We are keeping them for the night." He countered.
"One night, and honestly, I will be surprised if they will make it to Konoha on that. It's clear they haven't eaten much in their journey." Hinata replied.
"And where does that food come from." Someone sneered.
"It can come from me. I can eat one less meal a day for everyone to eat until the meals are covered if it will make you feel better." Hinata snapped.
The room stiffened. "This is not Konoha, Hinata-sama."
Hinata put her hand up before he could try to insult her further. "I am aware Suna does not take refugees. That is why I told them they could not stay here. Suna, however, I am sure does not want dead children on their hands by turning them out." The speaker glared. "They would have made it another few more kilometers, maybe. Nin would have found their corpses or next mail delivery to Konoha."
"You are exaggerating." The speaker countered.
"How far is the nearest village?" When no one answered, looking uncomfortable, she answered for them. "Longer than we make a nin make without more than a week's worth of rations and water. Not to mention extensive training on surviving desert conditions." She looked around the room at each face. "Would you make your children make the trip with less?"
"Hinata-sama, this does not change that matter. You have violated policies…" He tried.
"No, I haven't. I gave travelers a night's stay and an escort. Find me a record that says I am not allowed before you finish that sentence." Hinata interrupted.
"You are no longer Kage." He attempts to knock her down a peg.
"You were in a hurry to give me that title. I find it odd that you are so quick to take it away." Hinata accused him. "They will stay the night and have a nin accompany them to Konoha, and they can decide their fate. If you can find something I have violated by doing this, I welcome you to try once more" Hinata closed her folder to leave.
"Hinata-sama, this meeting is not over." The speaker growled.
"It's lunchtime. I will be having it with my husband. If you wish to reconvene, you are welcome to, though I do not believe there is much more to discuss on the subject." Hinata stepped off the podium and out the door, feeling the waves of anger as she did.
"How did it go?" Gaara asked, digging into his food.
Hinata smiled at his appetite.