Warm traces of vanilla and jasmine follow the women and Rin when they return, and Kagome takes the bathing supplies from Sango, curious about the look resting in her gaze.
"What's wrong?" she asks, digging out a brush to hand her friend.
Sango thanks her and starts to comb through her wet hair, her face thoughtful as she thinks before she speaks. "It was just different."
"Different?" Heart sinking, she frowns.
Sango shakes her head. "Not bad different. Just new." Her eyes sparkle with repressed humor. "And Sesshoumaru at least won't peek."
Outside, the demon lord snorts, and Kagome laughs.
