Dull, tired eyes shifted from side to side, unable to focus before the woman stepped towards them. It was like a fawn taking its first steps, and when she stumbled, Kagome wrenched herself away from Sesshoumaru to catch her.
Muttering incoherently, she relaxed against Kagome's touch, rubbing their cheeks together.
Sesshoumaru gasped.
The woman leaned back, then pulled something from her robes. Kagome held herself still as a ribbon was braided into her hair, chipped claws scratching her scalp.
She struggled with tying it off, and Kagome reached up, guiding her fingers through the movements.
Ripples of pain, shock, and awe radiated off the daiyoukai behind them.