Good. [He would take care of them if they were here, Sarada and Sakura. But he prefers for them to be at home, safe. Naruto will protect them there, and this he trusts.

Carefully, fluidly, Sasuke finally rises up to his feet. The bit of wind catches him, whipping the end of the cloak, the collar of it, his hair. The empty sleeve, never pinned, catches the wind, too, but Sasuke doesn't seem bothered.] I'll do what I can.

This place interferes with the destination of my portals. I'll have to see what else it has done.