He's nearly asleep when she takes his face in her hands.

"Miko?"

His eyes crack open.

"Kagome," she reminds him, lips twitching. Intently focused, she traces along the color on his cheek, the moon on his brow. Brushes down his nose and across his lips, smiling softly when their corners lift. "I do love you."

Warmth spreads over his chest, and he catches her hand, refusing to hide his sincerity. "And I you." His hand cups her cheek. "Even in my failure to show it."

"I know." She lays back down, exhales heavily. "You wouldn't have run if you didn't."