Neither of them really slept.
Kagome dozed, lulled by the warmth of the brazier and his body while his claws absently drew circles along her arm. The light from the coals reflected off his face, revealing him to be lost in thought.
Nestling closer, she followed suit, trailing her fingers over his arm. "Do you miss them?"
Her turned to face her, drowsy citrine glowing in the low light. "I miss my child."
"Jaken?"
He nodded, contemplating his words. "Jaken was unreservedly loyal."
Then hesitantly: "Inuyasha?"
"Hm." His hand gently touched her cheek. "For Inuyasha I feel much regret."
