The cave is cold and dark.
Sesshoumaru is silent as his youki flares, lighting the lanterns that rest near their pallet before he helps her dismount the dragons. Fingers twitch at her waist as her feet plant firmly, and his palm flattens against her side as he loses himself to his thoughts.
Before she can say anything, he pulls away.
Brows drawing together, Kagome watches him mechanically begin building their fire, hyper focused on the tense set of his shoulders and jaw. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Dull amber sharply slants her direction, his lips pressed flat. "No."
