They watched in silence as his mother drew lines in the dirt, slowly adding sticks and rocks until an image of a castle emerged, floating on a bed of torn leaves.
"What happened?" Kagome whispered.
His mouth opened to respond, but a breeze dislodged some of his mother's drawing, and she instantly became agitated.
Sesshoumaru stepped forward, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder, and slowly led her back towards the citadel.
"Another time, miko." His eyes were focused and determined as he guided the older youkai forward. "You have my thanks."
Kagome nodded, not wanting to pry. How had someone so powerful been reduced to a mere shell of their former self?