Time with her mother was good.
Her room is dark as she sets her shopping bags on her bed, and she reaches up, rubbing at her shoulders and the back of her neck.
Carrying everything for a few hours took a toll.
Still rubbing, she glances out her window. There's a full moon, champagne beams shining through the dark, and Kagome stares, her arms shifting to wrap around herself.
Beautiful.
It's cold, but the soft moonlight is inviting, and she moves to open it. "You can snuggle under your blanket."
Hooking her fingers under the pane, she lifts…
…and freezes.