Sesshoumaru showed up on time, as he always did, looking exceptionally beguiling in an indigo yukata, his crest stitched in lavender. Rin rushed to meet him, Jaken waddling after her, squawking about how she'd left her flower arrangement half-finished.
Since the defeat of Naraku, Jaken had taken up the role of Rin's teacher, often arguing with Kaede about which lessons were most important. Rin took it all in stride. She loved them both dearly, somehow convincing Jaken that self-defence was just as crucial as a tea ceremony and that there was no one else she trusted more than him to teach her how to fight.
He'd eventually relented—after the snivelling had stopped.
Kagome chuckled at the memory, drawing Sesshoumaru's attention, and she offered him a bright smile and a small wave. Inclining his head, he walked Rin back to her hut, promising to return to inspect her arrangement before making his way over to Kagome.
"With the way things are going, you're going to have to beat suitors off with a stick," she said, stepping back to allow him inside.
Sesshoumaru snorted. "Rin is more than capable of doing so herself. And she would use something more effective than a stick."