Kagome turns into his side, tilting her face up to see his. "Is something wrong?"

Sesshoumaru closes his eyes and presses his nose to her hair, inhaling softly. Trying to regroup. The remnants of fragrance he doesn't recognize clings to the dark strands of her hair, and he breathes it in. It's uniquely her, and he commits it to memory before looking down at her again.

"No, nothing is wrong."

Her brow furrows in confusion. "Then why—"

He tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "You were nervous."

She blushes a bit then and ducks her chin.