The journey back to familiar lands flew by.
The sea swallowed two months as if a blip in time. In the grander scheme of things, Kagome supposed it was.
The artifacts, tucked securely away, weighed heavily upon her.
She couldn't shed her feelings of foreboding, try as she might.
Sesshomaru understood.
Couldn't help but harbor similar sentimentalities.
The moment they departed The Primrose, feet upon their homeland, the uncertainty of what might come next held them in suspense.
Fortunately, Sesshomaru masked it well.
And his confidence always had a way of lending Kagome strength.
"Aila, Mr. Rosen: Welcome to Japan."