Lord Sesshomaru's kind hand.
"Lord Sesshomaru! See what I made!" Rin ran towards his spot, sitting up against a tree. He looked at her. In her hands was a small woolen scarf.
" Rin made it for master Jaken. It'll be winter soon and I'm sure he'll get cold being the old toad that he is."
"HEY! Who are you calling an old toad?" Jaken cried.
Sesshomaru suppressed a chuckle. Rin meant no offence by what she said; she just didn't think it through before she said it. Rin never meant anything unkind. She was just…Rin.
Jaken, however, was insulted by the simplest of statements.
"What does she mean…calling me an old toad."
Rin chose to ignore Jaken's mumbled profanities and proceeded to wrap the scarf around his neck.
"Ah!" Rin gasped. Sesshomaru smelled blood.
"Rin." He called her over to him. "Where are you bleeding?" she offered her hand.
"Rin cut her thumb when she cut the yarn for the scarf, milord."
Sesshomaru looked at the small cut on her thumb. It had reopened when she was wrestling the scarf onto Jaken. He gently took her hand in his and slowly licked the wound. (Dog saliva has cleaning and healing properties.) He noticed that her hands were very cold. He pulled his fur wrap into his lap.
"Rin. Sit." He said.
"Yes, milord!" and she sat.
He then proceeded to wrap her in the fur to warm up. He found that she was colder then she had let on, she was shivering. She leaned in towards the warmth cocooned her. Soon, the shivering stopped. Sesshomaru looked at her. She had fallen asleep.