Kagome bit her lip, still unsure how to bring the subject up. She was sure she was right, but Sesshoumaru was proud at the best of times, so it was unlikely he'd admit to such a serious ailment—even if it was at her request.
Sighing, she leaned over her table, fingers tapping the wood. The water would boil soon, meaning Sesshoumaru would be showing up soon, and she was no closer to figuring out her dilemma than when she'd first returned to the past.
She supposed she should be glad the well was still open, and she could come and go as she pleased.
Once a year, anyway.
At first, she'd thought it an anomaly, the well pulsing with power on her birthday of all days, but she'd been too worried it would close behind her, so the call had gone unanswered.
But then it had happened again the following year, and the one after that, and always on the same day, so she'd held her breath and taken the plunge.