Kagome never regretted her decision. She could be offered the choice to return to that moment a hundred times; she'd always jump.
Some days were just easier than others.
Today was an other.
She'd passed by the kitchens, and the combination of spices had memories of cooking with her mother flashing through her mind. The recipes were never fancy, but the laughter and time spent together never failed to warm her heart.
If there'd been anyone else with her, she wouldn't have felt it; the youki was subtle but comforting, creeping along her skin like a warm embrace.
And one Kagome had never felt before.