Her aura was nothing but pain and misery, so Sesshoumaru brought her home. He'd been tempted to use traditional youkai methods, especially since she'd yet to let go of him, but it would've caused more questions than answers, and considering her condition, he hadn't wanted to chance government officials dragging him away.
The car ride to his house had been silent save for her sniffles, his hand clasped in hers as she lay curled up in the passenger seat. She hadn't yet delved into the cause of her grief, but knowing which ward she worked in, he could make an educated guess.
He pulled into the driveway, squeezing her hand before quickly exiting his car, managing to open her door before she'd moved. Gritting his teeth at her hollowed expression, Sesshoumaru pulled her into his arms, kicking the door closed before heading inside.
"I'm fine," she whispered, struggling half-heartedly.
"You are not," he said, striding through the kitchen and into the bedroom.
She accepted the assessment without arguing, wrapping her arms around his neck as he tried to put her down. "Stay. Please."
The plea sounded like nothing of the warrior he knew, and he nodded, arranging them on his bed. "We will speak of it in the morning. For now, rest." Her lips moved in silent gratitude, her hands not once releasing him, even as exhaustion claimed her.