The rich scent of sulfur and minerals welcome them to the spring, and the sight of the steam rising from the water sends little shivers of anticipation through her.

A bath is just what she needs.

Kagome pulls out a lantern, letting the incanscent light from her time flood the area. It's not much, but it's something, and as she readies her supplies, she watches Sesshoumaru take up residence under the tree at the spring's edge, closing his eyes to the night.

She frowns, turning to glimpse him. He had done the same earlier that day—when he was hurting.