Yura was relieved to see that he wasn't too clingy and could still handle being by himself. If she could get him interested in training again, perhaps he wouldn't sit on the pier so often moping like when she first met him. Poor kid. He was alright for the moment though so she left off watching and cleaned the dishes. Then she went on to clean the rest of the kitchen. She made a mental list of everything Sasuke's pantry was low on so they could restock. But it began to be eerie after a while. Was she being too intrustive? And she couldn't help forming a mental picture of the previous woman to run this kitchen. You could tell a lot about a person based on how they organized things, or didn't. Sasuke's mother was organized and she kept a mix of medicinal supplies and food stores and cleaning supplies in here. And it was an old style kitchen, so the woman was clearly traditional. Then again perhaps she didn't have a choice as the clan head's wife? There must have been many expectations put on her, even in her private life. Yura sighed at that thought. Anyway, she couldn't help analyzing everything, it was something she was trained to do automatically. But kami it was weird and depressing. Especially when she thought, "this teacup was much loved, you can tell, and now they'll never use it again." Or "she was low on everything, she was probably planning to go shopping... maybe even the day she died and now her kid has been struggling along on his own ever since." Things like that had her finally giving up and closing herself off. She stopped and waited a couple of minutes for the kid to come back in. 

When Sasuke returned she poured water for them both, from the tap, to rehydrate. He was sweaty and tired too. But that was alright because, "Now you really look like a ninja!" she said with a grin as she tossed a rag at him to wipe his face. 

"Now, where are your sharpening tools?" she asked.