She stood proud in her torn blue kimono, back straight, eyes boring right into his. Her hair was cut into what he knew was common for human himes.
She showed no fear or deference. He knew of no reason why she would not fear him, but he wanted to find out.
"Come woman, this one shall return you home" Sesshoumaru tells her, turning away.
"Izayoi" the woman says suddenly, still not having moved from her spot.
"What?" He asks, looking over his shoulder at her
"My name is not woman" she replied tersely "it is Izayoi"
He considers her for a moment then replies.
"Come Izayoi"