[ Sasuke tips his head back when he hears her voice, watching her get into the hotspring with unmasked appreciation. The spot he's selected is relatively secluded, in that he's far enough from anyone else that Sasuke can drop his guard without concern of anyone catching him at it. These days it has less to do with some prideful need to look strong than it has to do with habit: a defense engraved so deeply into his psyche that even the hokage and his wife are on the receiving end of it if they aren't alone.
As most of her disappears under the water, Sasuke lifts his hand to lightly touch a deep bruise on her shoulder. Its superficial for the most part, but he has no doubt she's as sore as he is. He doesn't ask her if she's alright with words, but the touch is likely enough for her to understand. ]
oh hello
As most of her disappears under the water, Sasuke lifts his hand to lightly touch a deep bruise on her shoulder. Its superficial for the most part, but he has no doubt she's as sore as he is. He doesn't ask her if she's alright with words, but the touch is likely enough for her to understand. ]