Inuhime ran over to Sesshomaru almost as fast as Jakan.

"Master! MASTER!!" He cried, tearing. "Oh, my poor Master Sesshomaru! You're hurt because you went easy on this wench last night!" Jakan turned to her. "Well, don't just stand there, HELP ME!"

Inuhime looked at him like he was stupid.

Jakan flailed his arms. "It's YOUR fault that Master Sesshomaru is hurt! You're the one who looked so weak an opponent that he went easy on you last night out of sheer pity! YOU'RE the one who shredded his back like cheese! You're going to help him RECOVER!"

"...Quiet, Jakan..."

"Yes, master!" Jakan snapped to attention.

Inuhime sighed, then started to pick up Sesshomaru.

"...What are you doing..?" He asked, his voice hard.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Inuhime retorted. "I'm not so sure about that annoying little pest who calls you master, but you look like you could use a hand."

"Don't bother," Sesshomaru growled softly, a ting of ice in his voice. HE, of all people, did not need help - ESPECIALLY from a half demon girl.

"Save your breath, Fluffy!" Inuhime snapped. "I'm not going to walk around with a guilty fucking conscience just because a fucking big shot like you was too fucking proud to accept help! So stow it before I make damn sure you need help to breath!"

Sesshomaru pondered this response as he was ceremoniously dragged to Inuhime's former spot in the cave corner. '..."Fluffy"..?'

He was laid on his stomach. Inuhime began to rip off his cloths and armor. Jakan didn't approve.

"THE IMPUDENCE!" He screeched. "How dare you-"

"Quiet, Jakan," Sesshomaru and Inuhime said at the same time.

Jakan fainted from surprise.

Meanwhile, Inuhime got a good look at the damage. She hissed in sympathy. "Damn! You're lucky to be alive! You've got a big chunk bitten out of you're back muscles, and there are shards of glass imbedded everywhere!" She looked at his face. "How the hell did this happen?"

Sesshomaru pretended not to notice her. He pretended to be examining his sword. He drew the tensega out. As soon as Inuhime saw it, she snatched it out of his hands.

The closest thing to surprise that was ever going to come crossed Sesshomaru's face. Inuhime, without really knowing why, started slicing at Sesshomaru's back with the sword that couldn't cut.

Sesshomaru's thoughts raced. 'She's using the powers of the Fang to dig out the bits of Diamond that came off her teeth last night! By using the sword that will not cut, she avoids doing any more damage to the surrounding area while applying enough force to extract the shards!' He looked harder at her. '...Who is this girl?'

Inuhime whipped some sweat off her forehead. "I think that's the last of it. I'd wash it for you, but I don't have any water. And as a demon, you should naturally avoid infection... Here's your sword back..." Inuhime placed the sword by Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru sat up, and put his cloths and armor back on properly. He sat with his now rapidly healing back to the wall. '...Hmm... So that's why I was not recovering... Those shards had saliva on them... Saliva that kept my body from healing itself... Fascinating...'

Inuhime sat by sesshomaru on his right side. "So, Fluffy, feel better now?" She asked sarcastically.

Sesshomaru continued to gaze evenly at the opposite wall. "...Why do you call me 'Fluffy'?" He asked.

Inuhime giggled. "Because your tail is big and fluffy!" She answered, petting the big furry thing on Sesshomaru's shoulder. The fuzzy thing shuddered.

"...That's not my tail..." He said evenly.

Inuhime looked at him. "Then what is it?"

Sesshomaru looked back at her. "It's a parasitic demon. I've become dominant over it, so it does no harm. ...You could say it is my 'pet'..."

Inuhime touched it again. "A parasitic demon..?" It dawned on her. She jumped back.

"What's wrong?" Sesshomaru asked, puzzled by this reaction.

"It's a LEACH!" Inuhime squealed, grossed out. "You-You're WEARING a LEACH!!" She shuddered.

Sesshomaru looked at her, then he... smiled? Yes, it was a smile... A small one, but a smile none the less. It lasted for only a moment, and then it was gone, but it was there.

"Come here," he ordered. Inuhime edged closer.
Suddenly the fuzzy thing leaped off Sesshomaru's shoulder and draped itself over Inuhime's. It vibrated while Inuhime froze. It eventually settled down and was still, though it's fluff moved in small waves. It was breathing.

"Call it a reward for not dying last night," Sesshomaru explained, "...Fluffy!"