The response of his youki was tentative, brushing against her before his arms did the same, returning the embrace. He said nothing, but Kagome felt some of the tension leave his body. She couldn't erase what had been done, what either of them had gone through, but she could do this.
Even the strongest warriors needed comfort now and then, and she knew he would never ask for it outright, so this was enough.
For now.
They stayed like that for a while, content in the silence as she ran her hands up and down his spine, ignoring stations and obligations.
A cough sounded in the doorway.