Sighing, Inuyasha turns and rests his chin on her head. "The bastard knows what he can handle, Kagome. You're gonna have to trust that."
But it's not a matter of what he can or cannot handle. The grief-stricken face of the female youkai flares in her memory, and Kagome sniffles, wiping moisture from her cheeks. "That doesn't mean it's painless."
"Yeah, I know."
"I don't want to cause him pain."
"Well, you wouldn't be Kagome if you did." Inuyasha smiles down at her then, the rough edges of his features softening. "But something tells me he thinks you're worth it."