"You changed our mind rather quickly," Kagura said, glaring at the creature from across the room. Kagome bit her lip, knowing she was right, but unable to explain herself.
It was the same beast that froze her in her tracks from across the lake, the same beast that she'd been convinced was going to hunt her down as she scrambled through the forest, yet as she watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, her fingers itched to stroke his head.
Something was definitely wrong with her.
"I don't get it," Kagura continued, twirling her fan between her fingers, the weapon having not left her hand since the creature's wounds had healed. "I'm half expecting him to wake up and bite off an arm."
Kagome let out a strained chuckle, the thought not far from her mind, but even his youki had been subdued since his arrival, only stirring when she was near.
Like it was reaching out to her.
"Do you think Mama will make him leave once he wakes up?" Kagome asked, glancing toward the snow-covered window. The blizzard hadn't let up, trapping them inside their home as winds continued to howl.
"Depends on how grateful he is that you saved him."
"You helped."
Kagura shook her head. "Dragging him inside so we could close the door doesn't count. I would've let him bleed out to keep his strength from returning."
Kagome regarded her sister for a moment, then shook her head. "Liar. There's no way you'd be that cruel." Kagura pursed her lips but didn't answer.