When she was through, her face was red and her eyes swollen. A thin stream of blood streaked from the corner of her mouth, evidence of the injury to her throat. She slowly pushed herself up and approached him.

He said nothing as she looked up at him, eyes staring determinedly into his as she sniffled.

Then her hands stubbornly grabbed his, pulling until he lowered himself to the ground. Without hesitation, she crawled into his lap, tucked under his chin, and wept.

Sesshoumaru let her, silent in his own struggle at the sudden memory of Rin doing the same.