Sakura, on the other hand had been raised in a family where affection had been readily available and she'd seen her father dote on her mother, and in kind been doted on herself. She had often found her parents a bit embarrassing but she loved them and had come to really appreciate what she had. And that upbringing was one of the reasons that she offered Sasuke such affection, if he wanted it. She was glad that recently he seemed to be allowing her to dote on him, even if she tried to match his reservations so as not to push him away.

She was afraid of breaking the spell between them too, wanting to let whatever it was that was happening between them build. She'd started to really hope that he might care for her in a way that wasn't platonic. Part of her was afraid to say something because she liked the tension that lingered between them, wanted to bask in it and let it grow to a breaking point. And part of her held back because she was afraid it was all in her head and didn't want to deal with the crushing disappointment being rejected again would cause.

The tension is there though and tangible. It's a moment she might question or mull over later when doubt attached itself to her thoughts, but right there it felt so very real and she leaned into the moment; and into him as she reached for a piece of cloth. Taking the cloth she wiped away the blood that trickled down his cheek.

"Yeah," she offered softly, happy to let him take the conversation wherever he wanted or felt comfortable. "I felt like I might be able to do something, help. I hate feeling so..." She stopped herself from saying 'useless' and shrugged her shoulders. "...So, helpless. I'd rather do something, anything to ease the suffering I see her. Medically I'm not sure I'm needed, so I found another area where I might be able to create something useful."