Huh... Was he really starting to look like a ninja? Obviously he was working towards that, as many children in Konohagakure did, so hearing that made him somewhat happy. His chest filled with a bit of pride, and a faint smile even crept to his lips. He wasn't ever in doubt of becoming a shinobi, he felt he was more or less guaranteed to succeed, but it was still nice hearing it from an adult. "My own headband..." Sasuke mumbled, touching his own forehead thoughtfully and completely missing Yura's gesture. That would be something alright, he wondered what it would be like.

Daydreaming aside, he really should get to repairing his arrows. He'd only so many of them left, and if he let them dull then he'd have even less. Hurrying off to his room for the tools, he returned shortly thereafter and placed them on the table for Yura to inspect, hoping she could show him how it was done. Did she even know how? Itachi used to handle it for him, and he'd occasionally polish one or watch, but he'd never really done it before. Watching her intently as she went about the process he drank in every movement, wanting to be absolutely certain he knew what he was doing. In no short order she had her first arrow like new again, its edges sharp and the tips almost shining from the polish. 

"Oh, you want me to do one...?" Sasuke asked, blinking once before grabbing a file of his own. Well he had seen how to do it, so how hard could it be replicating the process? As it happened, quite hard, as he was finding quickly that getting the edges just right was a tricky effort. Granted if they were true arrows then it might be easier, but these makeshift ones were somewhat unwieldy when it came to shaping and carving them out. After a fair bit longer than Yura had taken he managed to pull it off, setting aside his first right next to her own. It was clear who had done which, yet his was serviceable and ought to fire just fine. 

"Yeah, they do. It's not a whole lot though. Mostly just enough for a little food, and maybe some new clothes now and again," Sasuke answered mechanically, busy going about tending to his arrows, "Some villagers bring food by too, but it always goes bad. I usually try to eat when I'm at the academy then, or when I'm coming home, since I can buy food then." It meant he ate out fairly often as well, more than before for certain. Leftovers and take-out, hardly the ideal way for a child to be feeding themselves, not that he knew any better. Placing down his second arrow he snatched up a third, glancing up at Yura before he started it. "Does the hokage know you're here? Did he send you?" He wasn't sure why, but that thought just occurred to him then.