Reality sets in, and she gasps, ripping the crown from her head. "I wasn't thinking."
He still hasn't moved and remains frozen in place, his eyes fixed ahead as images belonging only in history books dance in front of him.
An imp and a small girl.
Rin. Jaken.
"Sesshoumaru—"
"I am fine."
"No, you're not."
His eyes snap to her face, a warning blazing behind them, but she's seen him meaner than this and isn't shaken.
Touching his shoulder, her eyes soften. "Neither of us are." And then, she steps closer.
He didn't know her hug would be warm.