The match was intense. She should have been with her team, celebrating, but she couldn't get the image out of her head. The way the red headed boy went crazy as he was dragged off in that cage of dust. The initial thought had been to pass the small jar of salve off to some Suna-nin to be delivered, but that changed when her attempts were rebuffed with several deep head shakes and even more demeaning disdainful guffaws.

It took the whole day for her to finally find the boy. The sun finally setting and Hinata finally having the chance to feel like she could breathe as the heat cooled. It helped shake the nerves that had been crawling up her spine all day. Not completely but she was calm if you ignored how her free hand kept twisting in and out of the hem of her shirt. Or the way her bottom lip kept finding its way between her teeth as she worried it before slipping inside the room after a gentle knock.

Hinata's grip on the jar tightened some as she stood there unsure and then she crossed the room on cautious feet. "Ah, Sabaku-san," she murmurs announcing her presence so she didn't surprise him. Not after his show of rage and power at the arena.