The jade hairbrush was her most cherished item. Finely crafted, it looked the same as it did the day it had been given.
Another gift she cherished was a small hand mirror Kagome had given her for her birthday that year. She pulled it out to lay it against a cup on the floor. She had a ritual. Fifty passes through her hair. No more, no less.
"Oi," she heard from outside Kaede's hut." Oi, Rin!"
16, 17—
"Just a second," she said.
"What's the holdup?" Inuyasha threw back the door cover and stamped inside. "Of course," he grumbled. "Hurry it up, would ya? What's the use in gettin' pretty before training? Hair'll be all over your head when we're done anyway."
22… 23? Or was that 33?
Darn.
"Rin!"
"Okay! Jeez."