"Lord Sesshomaru..." Jaken murmured, looking at Han as she lay peacefully in the deep stream.
As Sesshomaru's devoted follower, Jaken was unfailingly loyal to him and treated the girl Sesshomaru cherished with equal respect. Of course, her own formidable power was part of the reason. For a demon like Jaken, who admired the strong, it was hardly strange to respect someone who was both his lord's beloved and a powerful being in her own right. Besides, compared with Lord Sesshomaru, who never let his emotions show, Lady Han was much more approachable. Their years together made it impossible for Jaken not to worry about the girl now sleeping so deeply in the stream.
Yunai, the white rabbit, nestled against Jaken, gazing at the girl in the water with damp, bean-black eyes and occasionally turning toward Sesshomaru. The rabbit clung to the hope that this demon, whose presence was growing ever colder, would say something reassuring-that Han would be all right, or that she would wake soon. But the silver-haired demon, wholly focused on the water, paid neither of them any attention. He continued to watch the girl's peaceful sleeping face in silence, his eyes unfathomable.
That day, when he entered the barrier to find Han, he had indeed suffered serious injuries. There was a limit to the power Tenseiga's barrier could withstand. Perhaps the barrier had only slowed his movements when he first entered, but the deeper he went, the greater the harm it inflicted. When he resolved to find Han, he had barely ventured inside before he felt as though he were being burned alive. Yet he went on without hesitation, because the wind carried the unmistakable scent of her blood...
Only he knew how the slow beat of his heart had nearly stopped when he saw the girl