She bathes, packs. And Inuyasha isn't much help, his nose moving a million miles a minute as he walks about her room, searching and discovering.
He's sniffing her sheets when the truth dawns on her. "Your curious about him!"
Inuyasha freezes and then drops to the floor with a scowl. He turns his face away from the bed, that guilty nose decidedly in the air as dark brows draw together, eyes narrowing to slits.
It's so much like Sesshoumaru she almost laughs.
"Keh." Inuyasha stands and tucks his arms into his sleeves. "Whatever."
Her humor softens. "I was curious too."