Jaken had learned, through various glares and head I juries, not to disturb them in the garden.
He meant well—Kagome knew being the Lord of the West was a full-time job—but now that Inukimi was under control, Sesshoumaru's duties seemed to increase.
She cast a longing look towards the doorway, currently huddled under a makeshift shelter, as Inukimi still wasn't comfortable with being inside, the rain blurring Sesshoumaru's form as Jaken puttered back and forth.
Warmth settled around her shoulders, Inukimi's face full of concentration as she made her own pelt appear. "The wind is gone."
It could've just been about the weather, but Kagome's heart clenched all the same.