It seemed so simple when she put it like that.
The one in her dreams seemed hellbent on keeping her out of whatever trouble he was in, but how hard would it be to track down the beast that had taken shelter in their home the last two winters?
Especially one with just a distinct youki signature?
It was only the beginning of summer, so Kagome had several months ahead of her should the search prove uneventful, but she was tired of standing idly by while he was out there.
Maybe the dreams were a manifestation of her helplessness, a way for her mind to cope with the loss of his companionship. It made sense; she hardly dreamt about the stranger when the beast was present, but maybe that was because she found peace while lying against his fur.
Was it her loneliness that had created him in the first place?
Kagome blew her bangs out of her face, her fingers tapping against the table in agitation. Her dreams had never been so vivid before, and she'd never been aware she'd been dreaming before he showed up. And why would she start giving herself nightmares when she was already dealing with his departure?
It made more sense in the beginning when the dreams had been soft and comforting, but now—
She rubbed her hands again; the webs had felt so real. There was no way her mind would come up with something like that on its own.
Unless he was in trouble.