She needs more than a minute.
She brings plates, utensils, stemware, and then wine. Each is a separate, brief trip, punctuated by her mumbling under her breath, trying to make sense of everything rushing through her mind.
Sesshoumaru sits quietly and waits. Watches.
She turns on the drowsy sounds of lo-fi.
"Kagome."
Her head snaps around, eyes wild, and then she's wringing her own fingers, trying to control her breath. "What is it?"
Standing, he crosses the room and wraps her hands in his, ignoring the tingle of reiryoku against his palms. "Breathe."
She does and then sags against him.
