And he had no doubt she would settle. They had broached the subject more than once, and he never sensed anything but anticipation from her. In fact, she'd questioned him thoroughly about the layout of his home, wanting to know if he had a garden or a market. A library.
He'd attempted to draw her a map, but his skills had been lacking, and he'd eventually given up, stating it would be better if she saw it for herself. She'd seemed excited at the prospect. They'd been interrupted by Jaken at that point, and the subject had yet to be revisited, leaving him to wonder which part she would want to see first.
Approaching the spring, he spread his aura into the neighbouring trees, searching for any threats and ensuring their privacy. The area was relatively quiet, even at that time of day, so he shucked his boots and relieved her of her kimono as he wasn't sure about its resistance to water.
Folding it, along with his pelt, as best as possible without releasing her, then walked into the spring. His pants were still mostly on, but he was more concerned with her aftercare. As the Shikon Miko, she was no stranger to bumps and bruises, but she was untouched, and this was unknown territory for her.
The thought of being the only one who had and would touch her had heat surging through him, the mark on his shoulder pulsing, and he sat down at the spring's edge, hoping to calm the racing beat of his heart.