She jumps through the well to shower and shop before returning to the village.
The pounding spray of the water is warm, and it soothes her muscles as it beats against her back while her mind wanders to the demon she just left.
Sesshoumaru.
She pours shampoo into her hand and begins to lather her hair, his impassive face as he bends over a book with her stuck in her mind. Their companionship is strange. She doesn't know if they're even friends. But she doesn't need to.
After a moment, she frowns and wonders if she'll always feel that way.
