He's hesitant.

It's in the set of his jaw, the straightness of his spine. The way he hovers just outside, not a boot over the threshold.

Face softening, she carefully sets down her pack and goes back to him. "It's okay if you come in."

Sesshoumaru lifts his chin. It's subtle, barely noticeable in the dark. But he fixes her with a look, irises gleaming like hard metal as clouds roll in and shade the icy visage.

It brings back memories that send shivers over her skin, but she takes his hand, pointing. "Look."

There's an extra mat alongside hers.