She hasn't showered since he last saw her, and the way she reaches across her chest to hold her arm and won't quite meet his eyes tells him she's aware he can tell.
And ashamed.
"You are spiraling." He says it matter-of-factly, taking in the natural oils clinging to normally shiny locks. Her shirt is rumpled and her pants too large, and she only spares him a quick glance before looking again at the ground.
"Yeah."
Sesshoumaru pushes past her, heading for her room. "Bathroom. Now."
The sound of shuffling feet following behind him is louder than it should be.