Her eyes widen. "What?"

Inuyasha looks away, and she can almost see his ears drooping under his hat. "When you're with him, I remember you buried under his poison." He kicks his foot out, and a rock skitters across the pavement. "And what that felt like."

The pain rolling off him stabs at her heart with the mercy of an ice pick, and she throws her arms around his neck, not caring that they're in public. It speaks volumes when he allows it.

"Inuyasha, no. He's not like that anymore." Her voice drops to a whisper. "He cares about me."