"Is she mad at you?"
Soft, feminine footfalls fell into step beside him, and Sesshoumaru slanted his eyes at the inquisitive miko. "Hn."
He focused ahead again, ignoring the sour scent radiating from the child in his charge.
"Oh, guess so."
As if on cue, Rin chose that moment to turn, her sights finding him for a brief second before she stuck out her tongue and looked away.
His jaw ticked.
"Ouch. She certainly has a thorn in her side." The miko exhaled slowly, and her voice gentled. "What happened?"
"A misunderstanding," he clipped.
"Over?"
Suddenly weary, Sesshoumaru sighed. "Fish."
