They reacquaint, their touches reserved and delicate. But despite the closeness and reaffirming intimacy, one question plagues her mind.
"Why?"
"Why what, Miko?" Unrushed, his hand pulls through her hair.
Distracted, drowsy, Kagome licks her lips and forces herself to speak. "Why are you here?"
The hand in her hair stills, and something heavy passes between them, breaking the moment. The atmosphere grows thick and solemn, her stomach hollowing out as she waits for him to speak.
After an eternity, Sesshoumaru sighs. "I am not always."
A tiny crease mars her brow. "Then—"
"I am here when you need me."