Not quite three weeks, then, and Fumiko had proved tight-lipped and stubborn the first time he'd had to fetch her from the classroom after meeting with Iruka. He really would have to spend time trying to pry what was going on with the kid out of her, especially if her parents' missions ended up getting extended and they didn't return before the next fiery 'accident'. If he could somehow pass the duty on to Mikoto ...

But Mikoto had her hands full, or at least said she did, and Sasuke wasn't going to contradict his mother when he'd been away from home more often than not for half a year.

The lift of a question brought his attention back to Adela, one eyebrow lifting again at the look on her face. It was a clear invitation for a question in return (the strangeness of measuring what a reaction should be instead of what it wanted to be still present): "And that is?"