Yor paused, surprised that the Hokage's wife had struck up a casual conversation with her.
She turned toward Hinata's pure white Byakugan. There was no scrutiny or authority in her gaze, only gentle kindness.
Yor felt some of the tension in her nerves ease.
"Yes, ma'am." Yor nodded, a mother's warmth unconsciously lighting her face.
"Her name is Anya. She can be a little too lively. I hope she hasn't disturbed you."
"Not at all. It's natural for children to be lively." Hinata laughed softly, a reminiscent look in her eyes. "My Boruto was the same when he was little. He couldn't sit still for a moment and was always demanding that Naruto play with him."
"He's steadier now that he's grown up, but that rowdy side still comes out now and then."
She paused, her voice growing even gentler. "And Himawari—she may seem quiet now, but just like her brother at that age, she has her stubborn and mischievous moments."
Hearing Hinata talk about her children struck a chord with Yor.
She shifted her stance slightly. "Miss Anya is the same. She often does the unexpected. Sometimes her father and I don't know what to do with her."
Remembering Anya's many "waku waku" adventures, she smiled with helpless affection.
"That's what raising children is like. There are always challenges you never saw coming."
Hinata knew the feeling well. "Especially as you watch them grow bit by bit and develop ideas and secrets of their own. You're happy for them, but you can't help worrying too."
Yor nodded emphatically. Hinata had put her feelings into words.
That's right. Miss Anya is always doing things that scare me half to death.
She couldn't help sharing her thoughts. "Sometimes, all I want is to protect her and keep her away from danger