Sesshoumaru returns to the village.
The scent of woodsmoke fills the air, cooking fires roaring to life for evening meals, and he simply stands, pulled into the peace of the coming twilight as he dwells on unremarkable changes that have come with the season.
"It's okay, Shippou."
Perhaps not unremarkable.
Following the scent of tears, he finds Rin trying to comfort the kit.
"What is this?" he asks, crouching down. Shippou watches him cautiously as Rin clambers onto his knee.
"He misses Kagome."
"Hn."
The kit missing the miko is not surprising.
But his hand extending to the boy is.
