[She swore under her breath and let him go one last time. She had finally found her emotional limit of the day. But at least he had ditched the smile.]

Then it's a promise. [She stood up and walked to the door, Kyuubi following right at her heels. Her hand rested on the doorjamb as she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.] So long as you stay the way you are here, the way I know you to be, I think we'll be alright. [Maybe.] But if you take one step in the wrong direction...

[She leaves it unfinished. He knows. Unspoken threats of ripping him limb from limb, throwing him off the inn rooftop, stuffing him full of kitchen knives, siccing her entire team on him... When she imagined doing these things, it was to the masked man, not the broken boy here with her. She sighed and left the room. She'd hold herself together until she could return to the room she shared with Minato and lock the door, then break down completely.]