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Sesshoumaru frowned at the sound of Jaken's voice. That idiot will drive me to madness some day, his mind whispered as he dressed himself, seeing his wound already healing on its own. He turned away from the water and was about to walk back towards the two with whom he frequented when he stopped.
He looked away, into the woods, sniffing at the air. No, it was not his imagination. It was the smell of death, the smell of burial soil... the smell of his infernal brother's old miko. He knew little of the girl, and cared even less. It was far beneath him to do anything to her in hopes of emotionally scarring the hanyou. This was, of course, because emotions were such a foreign concept for this stoic youkai.
He continued on his steady path towards the toad youkai and the child. "Rin," he said steadily, looking down as he towered over the girl. "Have you eaten?"