"Why?"
She doesn't want to, needs not to, but tears form in her eyes against her will. "You were right. It was stupid to try to come." She licks her dry lips and swallows. "If you hadn't been there—"
"I was."
Her tears fall. "But if you hadn't been—"
"Miko, I was."
She's surprised when long fingers catch her tears and, not thinking, turns her face into them, closing her eyes. "Thank you."
Sesshoumaru squeezes her shoulder briefly. But when she opens her eyes, he's nearly nose-to-nose with her.
His face is severe.
"Do not do it again."
