Kikyo had thought she was dead. Her soul had been steeped in betrayal and hatred.
And then Haru came. She could have sworn a cow carried her to the doctor, Hatori.
But it was all a little fuzzy. Blood and pain marred the memory. But it was there. Haru had been the cow.
Kikyo stared at him. He was cursed.
"I could break it you know." Kikyo said. "To show my gratitude."
"That would just get you in trouble." Haru put a hand on her head. "You don't need to be a priestess for me. Just be yourself."
"Be a normal woman?" Kikyo said softly. Then she laughed. "At last."
Haru kissed her cheek. "You've wanted it for a long time. You know, you talked in your sleep."
Kikyo glared at him, scandalized.