Chika had a smile on her face now, a soft one. "They made our life possible, we should honor that passing." She said as she sat on the ground near the edge of the barrier. She could hear all the clamoring around her, the yelling and crying. The sounds of infants crying, the children crying for their parents. Her eyes closed, as she tilted her head back. Singing softly, and trying to keep her voice strong, even as the tears trekked down her face in silent testament. A silent testament of what was exactly happening inside of the young woman.<br/><br/>A few other voices picked up the song, it was a common lullaby in the village. The voices trying to latch on to something, anything. The singing was not anything very organized, and some people fell behind, but it organized them a bit and helped settle down the littlest ones. This tiny red haired girl, was something else. She could be something amazing, if the time and order called for it. The singing helped calm the youths in the barrier. The young girl finally stopped singing, and let the people carry on themselves.<br/><br/>She just stared, with those odd ice green eyes, into the darkness. The fires being put out, the lanterns being put on. The bodies would be gathered, the dead would have their names memorialized. But the tiny red haired girl seemed to be changing. "Kushina-sama promised... I'd help take care of the baby." She said loud enough that Kakashi could hear. "I'll talk to my parents... and I'll raise him for her. Show him the love and compassion needed, to control the demon." She said with a sad smile.