Days passed with hardly any tears.
Understandably, Rin was still a little dull in spirits, if not just plain low-spirited. But she was also consoled by friends and family, which to Sesshomaru was a relief. He noticed humans offered each other comforts he could not. At least, not very well.
One evening, Sesshomaru was offered a bowl of meat and rice.
He politely declined. But not before turning his head aside.
"Does he eat?" Kaede asked Rin as though he couldn't speak.
This made her smile. She wondered the same thing once. "He does," she said.
Rin told her—as Sesshomaru got up and walked out into the night—that what he ate was generally available in nature. He was merely set in his tastes because those he formed were set very early, that's all.