Inuyasha snorted, brushing leaves from his hair from the force of Sesshoumaru's exit. "Guess that answers that question."
"What question?" Rin asked innocently, comfortably seated in Sango's lap while she braided her hair.
The slayer chuckled. "Sesshoumaru-sama liked his present."
A freckle-covered nose scrunched in confusion. "I still don't understand how Kagome-san making clothes for herself is a present for Sesshoumaru-sama." She looked up at Sango. "You even helped cut the pieces out. Shouldn't it be from both of you?"
Sango clicked her tongue, trying to decide on the best way to explain it. "Sesshoumaru-sama provides you with food and shelter and clothing, right?" The girl nodded, eager to understand. "Well, he isn't just doing that for you. Sometimes, the best gifts are taking care of ourselves."
"He'll be taking care of something," Miroku muttered. Sango didn't even have to respond, Inuyasha and Shippou taking turns pummeling him into the dirt.