[Through it all Konoha just waits, gives him the space to work through that moment while she just radiates warmth beside him. Maybe it had been presumptuous of her to say, but... if the other woman had helped the mission she devoted herself to succeed, if the demons she despised so bitterly were gone, if her revenge was complete...

Then surely she could rest peacefully. Konoha had to believe in such things.

Had to reach forward and carefully rearrange the egg shell fragments on the altar.]

I don’t think it’s awful... some people are private. And not everyone talks about food as much as we do...

[A little joke, at their “expense”, with a small smile.]

How about I make what we had last time they visited me, then? She liked that well enough.