That night, as she sinks into the spring's waters, Kagome wills the heat and minerals to chase her worries away.
"You are close with him."
Startled, she meets the slayer's eyes.
Sango smiles. From the submerged ledge where she sits, she draws her knees up under her chin, twirling a finger in the water as her hair floats around her. "Would have to be blind not to see it."
The honesty paints her cheeks, but Kagome won't deny what her friend has said and sinks deeper. "We're close."
"Good." Sango straightens, reaching for the shampoo. "That's how it should be."