Of Overcoming and Comfort, Cold though they be
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Rin didn't recall her first winter. The people in her old village told tales of heavier snow, stronger winds, and longer nights than any other in their memory. She'd fallen ill.
Rin didn't recall anything about that first, famous sickness. She didn't remember any comforting her family might have done, nor any medicine she might have been given.
Rin did, though, recall another sickness. Another winter. A phantom illness that was really that first sickness come back again, never fully defeated. It was horrendous. Her mother sent her brothers out for medicine, and they returned only with trinkets from the little village.
Rin remembered the first time she'd cared for the sick. It wasn't her own family; they had died that year; fallen to bandits who took them for all they had, little trinkets though the bounty was. She'd remembered the actions of her departed family, and mimicked them. It was all for naught, as the creature she was caring for insisted that he didn't need her care, nor did he eat human meals.
Rin mused now how very ironic it was; her Lord – her Sesshomaru who had been so indifferent to the care she gave him – was now the main source of comfort as that sickness reappeared; the same sickness that she didn't remember getting in the first place that merely faded away, undefeated with time. Unmoved though he seemed to be, her Lord did care for her. And it was this cold comfort she found she preferred.
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Fin
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Quite fun to do, actually, and hard to limit myself to the set word count. (249, thankyouverymuch)
Onward to other things!