She was still smiling when sleep claimed her, Sesshoumaru tightening his hold as her breathing evened out.
She never once pulled away, her body nestled against his even as the sun rose to greet the day. The kit wandered by midday, hovering nervously before Sesshoumaru sent out a reassuring wave of youki.
His mother sent up a similar wave, still not comfortable with being inside the shiro, her power wafting through the room on an early afternoon breeze.
"I would not be the only one who would storm the gates of hell to get you back, Kagome," he murmured, kissing her temple. "Let us not anger the gods anytime soon."