Her breathing begins to slow, and when he looks down, her eyes are barely open.
"Sleep." Sesshoumaru tucks her blanket around them. "I will be here when you wake."
Fatigue rolls off her like thick fog in the early morning, and she snuggles into his side, lashes dusting her cheeks. "Sorry."
"Do not apologize. It is fine."
A hand slips into his, her voice feathery and light. "Goodnight, Sesshoumaru."
"Sleep well, Miko."
In seconds, she's out.
Quiet, contemplative, he watches as she sleeps on his chest, her slow, even breaths familiar and comforting.
Exhaling heavily, he strokes her hair.
Kagome.