Sesshomaru sat against the base of a large tree, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he clutched his wounded side. The battle with the demon had taken its toll, and even his quick healing abilities struggled to keep up with his injuries. He underestimated the power of that demon, but even they couldn’t defeat Sesshomaru. As he closed his eyes, trying to focus on mending his battered body, the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention.

His golden eyes snapped open, fixing on the human figure that emerged from the dense foliage. Sesshomaru watched as their eyes widened when they spotted the well known demon lord. Sesshomaru's lip curled in disdain, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Leave," he commanded, his voice dripping with venom. "Your presence is not welcomed here."

But the damn human seemed unfazed by his threat or presence. Don’t they realize he could kill them in an instant even with how wounded he is? Sesshomaru watched as they took a step closer, their gaze clearly assessing his injuries.

He drank in the healer's scent, a unique blend of herbs and medicinal concoctions that assaulted his senses. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed, "I have no need for your assistance," he spat out. "I do not accept aid from mere mortals.” But the human once again seemed unfazed like they’re held by some honor code of their own as their gaze lingered on the gash wound on his side, a trickle of crimson stained his robes. Surely even this dense fool would take heed and go back the path they came from… right?