He walked through the forest. Each step a whisper across the forest floor.
His mind replaying the conversation as he considered the implication of the hanyou's words.
If you hurt her -
He scoffed.
As if he could. As if he would.
The miko was beyond his reach of enacting actual physical harm.
Not only would her power prevent it, but his own would forbid it.
A small smirk pulled at his mouth.
A year ago he would have cursed and rallied and fought against such things. Would have denied and refused to believe or consider.
Now, he lamented on his own foolishness.