Disclaimer: I wished I owned Sesshoumaru. Really.

A/N: I actually had this inspiration somewhere over the Pacific Ocean coming back to the States from China, and I had to write it down. Eh. That last line is a bit cliché. Also, although I am a Fluffy/Rin supporter, this is pretty neutral. Actually, I seem to be hinting at other pairings. Last note, this is, in fact, 1.16 of a 100 word ficlet. Er … enjoy!

He used to wonder why he kept her, but a reason presented itself soon after she joined them. He was fond of cleanliness (perhaps overly so), and his hair was no exception. She (and he didn't know how) got into the habit of combing it every night after camp was set up, smoothing out the numerous knots and tangles and in the process recounting her day's events.

At first, she chirped of the local flora and fauna, but as they grew older she would cheerfully babble of young swains and various this or that (baubles) that had caught her eye.

And as he was lulled into sleep, he thought

— how nice —

like water flowing over stone.