It's sunset when they step out of the cave.

The earth is wet, and the smell of petrichor is thick in the air. Dying light bounces off slick surfaces and puddles, reflecting golden beams wherever it touches. And the same metallic sheen flickers in the tiny droplets clinging to the tree leaves.

She needs to go back to the village; he must return to the West.

With a small wave, she offers a small smile. "See you when it rains."

He nods, a cloud of youki gathering at his feet. "Until then."

"Sesshoumaru?"

He turns.

She tries. "Smile."

He doesn't.