It was like a strange spa day.
After Sesshoumaru's mother, he said her name was Inukimi, styled her hair with the ribbon again, Kagome convinced her to sit down in the spring so she could return the favour.
It took close to an hour, as her hair was as long as Sesshoumaru's, but by the end, Inukimi's silver locks were washed, brushed, and braided.
She even let Sesshoumaru close enough to cut off some of the more complicated tangles.
"See? Doesn't that feel better?" Kagome crooned, wiping away the last of the dirt from her face.
Inukimi paused and brushed their cheeks together, though her eyes were still focused on the small pebble in her hands.