The rocking stops.
"Look at me."
But she can't. Averting her gaze, Kagome's throat dries, and even swallowing doesn't relieve the parched sensation. It leaves her voiceless, wound tight.
A fingertip brushes under her chin. "Miko, look at me."
Slowly, achingly, she finally does. But what she sees in his eyes shocks her.
Peace.
Like a coiled spring, her tension snaps, and Kagome chokes, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Sesshoumaru—"
"Shh." Carefully, he touches her face. "Everything is as it should be."
Choking again, she shakes her head.
He bends, touching his forehead to hers. "I have no regrets."