"Are you tired?" she asked suddenly, and he could almost see the heat rise in her cheeks. "I don't mean…I'm not saying you would be. I just—"
He held his hand out to her.
"Come."
Hesitantly, she slid her hand into his and allowed him to pull her up, following him to a tree set a bit back from the river.
Sesshoumaru lowered himself to the ground, his back pressed against the thick trunk, before pulling her down into his lap and tucking the mokomoko about them.
"What? Sesshoumaru, I don't—"
"Kagome, I am exhausted. We are vulnerable."