He fell quiet after sundown.
Before darkness swallowed them, he risked just a bit of distance. He did not venture far because he would not dare leave her alone in the night, but Kagome recognized the need to grieve.
She watched from the warmth of the mokomoko as he stared off into the fading horizon. Around him, his youki crackled, various colors flashing sharply with the heartache she knew he wouldn't vocalize. She wished she could ease it somehow.
The blackness grew imminent, and he made his way back to her and their fire, silent as the memories plagued him.
