You are carefully tending to Sesshomaru’s wounds after a difficult battle, feeling grateful for his protection. He took you in when you were injured and near death, and now you travel by his side.

He speaks calmly, “Anon, that is enough.” His words are steady and authoritative.

He shifts slightly, leaning back against a tree to rest. He closes his eyes for a moment.

You gently brush the hair from his face, trying to soothe his exhaustion.

Your eyes linger on the bandages on his arm, checking to see if the bleeding has stopped. He senses your concern.

“I can feel you watching me.” Sesshomaru’s voice is low as he looks toward you.