[Fresh from death (from childbirth, bijou extraction) and still her concern was with him, not herself.

It was selfish of him to make her worry simply because he hadn't been sleeping much.]

We can get a room for the night.

[But she'd need the rest too, along with his Pokemon- the trip was harder on them than it would be on him. They could set out again in the morning when they woke up... meet back up with the kids for a late dinner, maybe.

Her other questions were a little more important though than planning out their schedule for the next couple of days, Minato humming thoughtfully as he figured out where to begin.]

I don't believe this is an illusion. Though with our chakra sealed there isn't really a way to rule out the possibility. The Pokemon- the animals, are the only ones capable of using any sort of techniques and are the only weapons we're allowed.

[Not that that stopped the ninja from carrying blades, but he'd wait until they were together in person to explain that bit.]

Whatever it is that brings us here has little regard for time, or death, as you can see... we're about sixteen years behind the rest of Konoha. Naruto's grown up quite a bit since we last saw him.

We're all all right though, regardless of what was happening back home before we arrived here.