As they walked through hallways decorated with tapestries and statues, Kagome wished she'd thought to ask about his home sooner.
The citadel is full of life; each room they passed was being used for something, and the image of Sesshoumaru living alone or as a fearsome dictator melted away, leaving behind a stoic but empathetic leader.
One who truly cared about his people.
Kagome struggled to fill in the blanks. She knew how much he'd changed—had seen it with how he'd protected Rin, could see it now with how patient he was being with Shippou.
Her curiosity spiked with every step she took.