Her hands were shaking, her whole body moving with the force of her sobs, tears spilled from her eyes. Though she couldn't bear to look at the bloody heap of flesh in front of her, she couldn't force herself to move away. Her legs would not work, and her body wanted to curl up along side of his and be gone from this earth as well.
A gentle hand reached down, fingers gently caressed the girls shoulder. Tear-stained eyes met gold ones and instantly she was in his arms. She cried piteously, morning over the death of her friend, her first crush. But his arms held her up, the man that could save her and help her move on from this heartbreak, his brother gone but showed no emotion toward the death of family.
He could feel her tears soaking through the silk of his clothing; gently he picked her up and moved her toward the village, toward her remaining friends. The kit, monk, and demon slayer had survived, yet they needed constant care for their wounds were serious. Perhaps it would bring the young priestess solace to see her other friends. Let her not morn for his half-breed brother any longer, she did not need him anyway.
Later that week, he watched the Priestess tending to the wounds of her companions. Sango was awake and talking, the kit almost recovered, she seemed to have a better glow about her. Sesshoumaru knew she would never fully get over the death of his idiot half-brother, but hopefully the girl would be happy. He would make her happy, nothing would ever make her sad again as long as his name was Sesshoumaru and he was along side of her.
As he sat, making plans for her future with him, she came up and ran her hands though his hair. She smiled softly at him and nestled up against him, his skin warm to the touch. He could fix her broken heart, he had been in the process of it since Inuyasha broke it months ago, but now he wouldn't be able to make excuses. She would make sure of that.