A heavy robe and a pair of boots were presented to Rin when Jaken arrived. Of course she needed these items to stop the cold already cutting through her clothing. But she could only stand there in the snow, marveling at the kimono in her arms. It was a brilliant golden color that shimmered, and more luxurious than the one she wore. Far more.
"Oh, Sesshomaru," she said, stunned. "You didn't have to—"
His brows were suddenly furrowed. "Don't," he said.
Sesshomaru didn't want to hear it. In every fiber of his being was a necessity of providing, and he'd give her anything within his power and beyond. So he thought little of what she could give in return. He desired to excite happiness in her and for her to let it happen.
Though his eyes, still as they were and staring down at her blushing face, were almost fathomless.
Rin fell even more thoroughly in love with him.