[She isn't wrong. Sasuke's head turns, in time to avoid the brief flash of emotion on her face – however he hears that subtle change in the tight cord of her voice. His own frown is a permanent curve on his mouth, more comfortably fitted than any other expression and worsened by the topic of their conversation. Navigating this new dynamic between the three of them is difficult. Burdened with the actions of his past, not so distant even now, he can only wonder why Sakura would bother to speak with him on this, if not for the seriousness of their friend's current state.

Teammates. They were teammates, but they have never formally returned to that. They aren't performing missions here together as a unit. They have no common sensei. Is it because she sees him as belonging again to the village? It must be.

His eyes close, momentarily.] Fine. I'll speak to him first. But there's no guarantee he'll even listen to me. [Talking is not an activity the two of them are especially good at. It isn't as native or as comfortable to them as battle.] After that I'm telling him to go to you.

If you meet with the Hierarchy, what will you ask?