...near to her to listen. Ino also took the chance to look at those weird white eyes. To a certain extent, they made her shiver because they didn't reflect any emotion whatsoever, and she'd been very curious for years about how they saw the world. Actually, as a child, she'd believed the Hyuugas saw everything as if filtered through a glass of milk.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Ino asked.
"They're for a grave," replied Hinata. "My mother's..."
Oh, that was true. Hinata's mother had died years ago; even Ino remembered the funeral, it had been that luxurious.
Ino left the mop aside and took the wet towels back from Hinata's hands. The girl was still far from being dry, and was still trembling.
If she doesn't take those clothes off she _is_ going to be sick, Ino thought. I think I have something on the closet that'd fit her, though maybe it'd be a little big, she added rubbing her chin; Hinata was smaller than her and look very fragile.
But there was a problem: she was stuck in the flower shop.
No, she wasn't.
"Wait a second, Hinata-san," Ino said. The girl went upstairs to wake up her father and explained him the situation she was in.
As expected, due the circumstances —he left that quite clear—, Inoichi accepted to go back to the flower shop while his daughter did her best to prevent Hinata from catch a pneumonia. But he'd not go without making an offhanded comment about Ino's new hair pins. She dismissed him with a growl ...