In his own reluctant way, he cares.
She sees it steal through his cold exterior; she feels it in how she must bicker with him over her well-being, much as she does his brother. But their disagreements are few and don't last, although Sesshoumaru will leave her at the mercy of a hard lesson if she's stubborn.
Her lips twist wryly, and she turns her face to avoid him seeing. His I told you so is far more irritating than Inuyasha's.
With a shake of her head, she sets the tea to boil and sits by the flames. "Happy?"
"Hn."
