After what they call work, he went to the shrine. It was late, and he knew most of them, at least the humans were asleep. He went to the well house. He could smell rain, weather chance, and magic.
He stared at it. Naraku was a fool, indeed. He wondered, was the spider really dead?
"Does Kagome know where you are?"
"She is not my keeper Miko," Sesshomaru didnt even turn to Kikyo, his hands in his long tan jacket pocket.
"You clean up well,"
He again ignored her.
"Winter is coming," She said,
"Indeed,"
"He is dead; everything is."