Outside, a bird fell from the sky and died.

Hinata had been looking through the window when it happened. She didn't know what sort of bird it was; it was just some little black bird, and it was bleeding as it hit the snow.

"Hinata?" Sakura asked tentatively. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am," she replied. Sakura was being careful around her; she had grown quite close to Neji, and he'd only been dead a day.

"All right," Sakura said, sounding unconvinced. "They'll want you to say something at his funeral, of course." She paused awkwardly. "Maybe a poem, or something."

Hinata didn't say anything, instead turning to look back out the frost-covered window. "Let Lee do it," she replied. "He'll be better at it than me."

Sakura was concerned at her lack of feeling over this, she knew. They all were. Her fingers felt cold as they curled over the window sill.

Outside, a bird fell from the sky.