Kisame paused on a nearby tree limb to watch and listen to the conversation between the two women.  With a sigh, he wonders if their confidence in him is misplaced.  He bounced from tree limb to tree limb until he reached the remains of the village, spending quite some time searching the ruins for anything else that might be useful.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he finally plops down at the trunk of a fallen tree.  He hadn't explored the mountainside yet, but there didn't look to be much hope.  The fighting had decimated both sides and left virtually nothing remaining.  Feeling the ache in his heart, he quietly cries the tears that he couldn't let anyone else see.<br/><br/>He carefully washed his face in a broken pot that still had some water in it before returning to the impromptu encampment.  "I don't see anyone else, not in the village anyways."  He reported quietly, sitting down next to the cook fire.  "There's not a building remaining that could last the winter intact."