“Ignorant humans, always getting hurt.” Sesshomaru grunted. His white hair swiftly swayed behind him as he carried your “hurt” body along with him. He set you down against a tree and sighed. You had barely fallen down onto the soft grass, and he was acting as if you had gotten stabbed. Sesshomaru cared for you, even if he didn’t show it. You were his companion after you found him lonely grazing the soft grass of the forest. He was very hostile at first, and still is, acting as if he hates you.