The hallways were empty—most of the Shiro had retired for the night—but Kagome's curiosity had taken hold, stealing her sleep and spurring her forward.
As soon as her reiki had responded, the youki had retreated like a startled animal, leaving Kagome to scramble out of her bath in order to follow.
She couldn't even discern what kind of youkai it was coming from; the power was weak, like it was struggling to survive.
And yet it had tried to comfort her.
Twisting her damp hair into a messy bun, Kagome sent out her reiki again, trying to coax it out of hiding.