Eighty-One.
"You wish to communicate with my beast", Sesshoumaru deadpanned.
Really, the miko's foolishness knew no bounds.
He watched her as she approached the dormant figure of his former body, rummaging in her bag and taking out ointments, a canteen and bandages. She proceeded to take care of Jaken's burn wounds, gently cleaning them from any blood and reiki's residue.
He did not know what to make of it.
"Well, do you have a better solution?" She retorted. "We must be certain there won't be any other outburst before we continue with our trip. I trust you, but he is dangerous."
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(100 words.)