Her instincts scream at her to reach out.

From across the fire, A-Un lift their heads, watching curiously as she closes the book and pushes it aside to crawl into his lap. Her fingers slide to the ties holding his armor in place. "Can we take this off?"

Sesshoumaru arches a brow, but his fingers slip beneath the lacquered plates to loosen the ties while hers do the same on the other side. Her movements seem hurried and almost frantic as she struggles to unharness him, the tang of her anxiety bursting through the prevailing savor of woodsmoke and rain.