It was warm inside Kaede's, dimly lit by the fire's glowing embers.
Rin turned in her sleep. She cracked one eye open, unwilling to stir fully into wakefulness—only to see gold eyes by the door.
Covers rustled as she sat up.
"Sesshomaru," she said, barely a whisper.
His eyes seemed made of light. She followed them as they moved towards her, watching as he strode silently across the floorboards. He held his swords so they wouldn't rattle, and once before her, sat down on the edge of the futon.
Rin reached for him, touching his face. "Oh," she breathed. It was one of those inexplicable demon things. He had been outside in the freezing cold for hours, yet his face was warm and his clothes were dry.