"You jest!"
"I'm afraid I speak the truth."
"How can Sesshomaru-sama think so little of us? Centuries of loyal service and he demands we wash some wild woman in our communal bath?"
"I—oh. Here he comes."
Praying dissent had not been heard, the servant dogs bowed at their superior. "My lord," crooned female voices.
"Is she bathed?"
Things crashed to the floor, and all looked to the door from which it came.
"Have you lost your goddamn—I'm not going in there!"
"It's a process," explained one hand. She was taller than the other and slightly older. "The stones… are not yet heated."
A loud splash.
"It—it's like ice!"
Sesshomaru would think of ways to correct her. Nothing nefarious. Humane. Kagome's filthy mouth, her screaming, would not be tolerated. Her being there was in the books. Cruel and unusual punishment would eventually be discovered.
"Check for fleas and lice."
"Most definitely," assured the smaller female.
Sesshomaru walked away.
"My lord?"
He did not stop. "What."
"Shall we... landscape?"
Hn? That spun him around. "Landscape?"
"You know," said the taller, making some obscene gesture, "for the mites..."
Sesshomaru's eyes grew wide. Humans could itch in strange places. "Yes. Especially there. Groom her thoroughly. Scrub her red. And be sure to use the sturdiest combs and brushes available on her hair."