It's quiet after dinner.

They sit on her couch, cups of tea steaming in hand as the imperfect sounds of lo-fi float around them, and night filters in through open windows, the chill of autumn winds rustling through the trees surrounding her home.

"This is the most peace I've felt all week."

Sesshoumaru looks up from his tea to find her staring down into hers. "Peace like this is fleeting."

A frown pinches her face. "But does it have to be?"

Her question hangs between them, and he hesitates before answering. "I do not know, Miko."

She sighs. "Me either."