Steadily emerging with grace.
She pulled away, and he pulled out. He let her go, and she fell to her knees. He wanted her again, and that was a bad thing, no good could come of that.
She fell to her side and laid there. Hurting, hot, sweaty, and now, immortal.
She was starting to get a fever she could feel it, she moaned.
She panted, and her eyes got heavy.
Sesshomaru knelt down and moved her hair and bit down one more time on her neck. This time, she was too tired and too weak to cry out in pain and even her power abandoned her.
Then he stood back up.
She heard him moving around and then she heard him drag his sword. She knew what was coming, but she didn't fear it anymore. She was just so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of pain tired of the jewel. Slow tears fell.
Her heart could not possibly take any more pain, any more pain.
"Sesshomaru" She whispered,
His was fully clothed, and she felt his fang pressed against her neck, the sword that would be her end.
He had emerged with grace.