Flanked by ANBU personnel left and right, it was a humbling experience to have Senju Tsunade explain meticulously to him the procedures and medicines as he followed her. It was very smart of her to recruit a passive sensor to his detail, who so easily revealed to her that he was uncomfortable with never knowing what was going on. Now, Madara no longer sat in some random room waiting, but she had arrived to his ward to get him, and explained to him on the way. How far they both had come.
Now returned to his room, he paid a look to the lone sunflower pot by the only window to the outside world, just right side of his bed, caressing the soft bright petals there. It was a reward for his obedience, because sweets were out of the question. Some fluttering shadow aside from the two ANBU guards had his attention to the door for awhile, but he dismissed it soon enough. He desired a quick shower, a book in his hand, before his scheduled dinner. But ere he could pick out a new set of robes, ah, he couldn’t believe that they let her in. It wouldn’t be the first time, though it was uncommon, for someone to come wanting blood. He waits for her speech.