She hissed as his fingers grazed a particularly tender spot, then shook her head. "It's not your fault. We knew she might relapse."
Her words did nothing to quell the tension in his shoulders, and Kagome tugged on his sleeve.
"Sesshoumaru, it's alright. You stopped things from getting worse. And it's not like you made her that way—"
"I am to blame for her condition."
She shook her head again. "It's a deterioration of the mind. Even with the advances in technology in my time, there's little we can do to stop it."
He'd finished with the bandages, but his head stayed bowed, golden eyes hidden under a curtain of silver. "I could not save her mate."
"Your father?"
"Kagura."