A/N: A couple extra today. Happy birthday, Eleven!
She cracks.
As soon as he sits, her in his lap and his arms around her, everything spills out. The widowed youkai. Her worries. Grief. The deep-rooted fear of him being left alone.
"I can't do this to him." Letting him hold her, her head finds his shoulder, the chasm between their life expectancies stifling and painful. "To you."
Sesshoumaru tucks her hair back and begins rocking her back and forth. "It is his decision as much as it is yours."
She fists his shirt, trying to let his motion soothe as numbness overcomes her. "And if he regrets it?"