There it was, Sasuke thought with an internal sigh, the shinobi's capitulation to the reality that even mercilessly-trained bodies had limits. He stayed where he was as she drew closer, only ducking a little lower to make sure he was examining her pupils on a level.

"You sound congested," he informed her, and then lifted his hand, showing her his palm. "And you look like you're running a temperature. Do you want me to check?"