Dinner is unexpectedly pleasant, and it is because of her.
He watches her in the low light of the restaurant's private room, only diverting his attention to answer questions from his colleagues. She's the brightness in an otherwise dim environment, her affability and kindness shining through the trenches of ennui that usually accompany these events.
She smiles at a woman he works with, complementing her genuinely under their party's din, and turns to him.
"I think it's going well," she whispers, leaning close to him.
Sesshoumaru hums and looks down to meet her eyes.
Her smile broadens when he does.
