Only after tending to the girl's wounds did Jaken wipe the sweat from his forehead. The moment Lord Sesshomaru gave him a mildly satisfied glance, he sprang back to life at full strength. His aching back and all his exhaustion vanished, and he returned to Sesshomaru's side with a fawning smile. After giving Jaken what could be called a look of approval, Sesshomaru turned his gaze back toward the distant horizon. No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps even Sesshomaru himself did not know.
The Silver-Haired Girl had been laid on a thick bed of leaves. Beneath her thin, closed eyelids, her emerald eyes trembled faintly. After a brief burst of rapid breathing, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in alarm, only to discover that the two demons who should have left were still nearby. The demons that had attacked her earlier had either fled or were watching from afar, not daring to approach.
The girl quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously studied the two demons before her. Their leader was undoubtedly the handsome silver-haired demon. His eyes, dark gold in the twilight, looked especially deep. A dark blue crescent marked his forehead, and purplish-red demon marks adorned his cheeks. With sturdy armor, sharp claws, and two swords at his waist, he was cold and unapproachable.
The small, sharp-beaked demon with dark green skin wore formal brown robes and carried a Human-Head Staff with two faces. Though he gave the impression of someone who bullied others under a powerful patron's protection, he was presumably the one who had tended her wounds, rather than the cold, haughty Silver-Haired Monster. At that thought, a grateful smile appeared on the girl's lovely face, especially for the little demon who had personally cared for her.
Receiving the girl's friendly