He pulls a worn book from her bag and settles beside her as she pours tea.

Kagome hides a smile. He's picky. Never once has he accepted the offer of a snack—still won't eat human food. But he likes their tea and shares it with her whenever she sneaks away.

"Here." She takes the book from his hand, balancing it on her lap as she hands him his cup. And as always, she ignores the empty sleeve on her right.

They don't talk about it. Never do. He would find it too difficult to accept help if they did.