Fuiasu looked from the girl and then to the healer. "Did you feel the magic of it, at least?" she demanded as she bent over the girl. She certainly was a pretty thing, with her pale skin and dark, dark hair.
Atsuki shrugged regretfully and shook his head. "No, My Lady. It is as it was the last time. I turned my back but for a moment and when I turned again, this is how she had changed."
She ran a gentle hand through soft hair, caressed the girls cheek with the kind of motherly love that surprised her. The girl was, of course, a Ward of the West and with that title came everything it implied. But despite her attempt to distance herself from the child over the years, Fuiasu had failed to close her heart to the girl. She knew what Kagome would eventually bring; she understood what her own future and that of her family was to be. Yet knowing this still, Fuiasu could not bring herself to hate the girl. Especially now, when her son was alive and Kagome was on the verge death.
For that alone, she was in the child's debt. Had Kagome not been there, she surely would have lost her son and the West would have been thrown into chaos. Carefully, she stood and turned clear eyes to Atsuki. "Will she survive?"
The Hare shrugged, his eyes speaking of his uncertainty as he spoke. "If she can live through the night, yes. If she cannot…."
She sighed and nodded, wondering what kind of future the world might face if the girl did not live. "Very well. You will keep myself and my mate informed." With that, she moved to the bed where her son slept and carefully scooped him up, chary not to jar him as he slept. Cradling him close to her, she left the room.
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