Sesshomaru knew the instant she woke there was the slightest change in her breathing as she became awake and aware of his presence he kept himself between her and rin but oddly he didn’t think this woman would hurt the child at all.  He wasn’t sure what made him so certain.<br/><br/>As she tried to pass herself off as no one important he arched a brow was she hiding from someone or just cautious.  He noticed her gaze fix on something, likely rin then relax just a fraction.  She wasn’t the first, Rins presence was a surprise to many.<br/><br/>“She was right…” he murmured as the wolf stood, he moved stepping forward and offering a hand “Rin wanted me to check on you in case you were injured.  It seems she was correct, allow me to help you, she’ll be upset if I don’t.” he said coolly in a tone that brooked no argument.<br/><br/>Oddly, he wanted to help the demoness. She had a sharp awareness to her, weary of everything, the two swords at her side where well kept but showed use.  She didn’t carry them just for the sake of owning a blade.<br/><br/>Her cloths as well, made for travel and action, “You’ve been travelling a while, you smell of the south.” he commented less a question more of a statement his hand still out to her “The child is Rin, and I am Sesshomaru.”<br/><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>She stopped immediately when he grabbed her wrist staying relaxed as he studied her, finally asking who she was.  She smiled gently It seemed he hadn’t been awake enough to hear her before.  That was alright.<br/><br/>“I am Kohana, The land around her belongs to my family.  I stumbled across you and began cleaning your wound. I have sent for my servants to help me carry you back to my home.  There I will be able to get you better care.” she assured gently but she still refrained from moving to help him stay calm.<br/><br/>She was lovely in the way a young well bred lady would be. Her robes where of the finest fabrics and her long hair was glossy and well kept with the faint perfume of flowers drifting from her, as well as the faint scent of power.<br/><br/>She shifted to try and pull her wrist free then “If you let me I can cover you.” she said using her other hand to pull at the first layer of her Karaginumo for a moment a glimpse of her arm showed small soft black feathers that seemed to ripple across her flesh before disappearing.<br/><br/>“What should I call you?” she asked. The question was indirect on purpose giving him the option of offering a fake name.  If he’d been this badly injured he may be hiding from the one who hurt him if he gave her a fake name  then if anyone came seeking him she wouldn’t be lying if she said none by his name was in her home.