She was so small and delicate, fragile as all humans are. More so, though, for she was so young. There was something to her, though, something that called out to some unknown, hidden instinct or feeling in Sesshoumaru. He had thought on it on many occasions, but try as he might he could not name it.
He told any who asked that he had been testing Tenseiga when he brought the child back to life and, though it was unbecoming of him, quite stubbornly refused to pursue the topic. That was partially true, yes. But those times, when she had first stumbled upon him… She had been dirty and mute and bruised but she had smiled at him. It had been centuries since anyone had looked at him without some trace of fear or hatred. Sesshoumaru usually was secretly proud of that fact, but seeing that expression… He had wondered if there was something he had been missing. And it turned out that there was.
Rin could be bothersome or downright frustrating, but there was a warmth to her that kept him from sending her off. He found that he was calmer, so much more patient than he had been, well, ever before. She seemed to have a similar effect on Jaken. He no longer kept up his running commentaries, thank the gods. Sesshoumaru had actually witnessed the small demon playing, for lack of a better word, with the girl.
Maybe… Maybe his father had been onto something. Maybe humans had a certain appeal, certain… powers that demons like himself could not understand. Maybe he was thinking far too much into the matter. Maybe there was no explanation and it was just simply Rin. Whatever it was, it was… nice to have her near.
"Rin, you ignorant child! This is not a game! Sesshoumaru-sama would have your head if he were not so forgiving!"
If nothing else, she gave Jaken his exercise.