For what would have seemed like a long period of time, though perhaps wasn't as long as it might have seemed, Gaara was content to merely remain there. Eventually, though, he broke the hug and the sand withdrew back into his gourd. As his control was almost absolute, not a single grain of dust remained on her. At that point he was perhaps expected to speak, but he hadn't the slightest idea of what he should have said. Looking into her eyes, Gaara had apparently been searching for just the right words, and was coming up short with them.