A flash of orange viewed through the open door, the girl's checked kimono fluttered as she jumped and pinned her opponent to the floor. Shippo laughed when she tickled him and shouted, "No more!"
Kagome pushed aside the covers. "My lady, you must rest," insisted her attendant. "It is too soon for you to go out."
"Assist me. I wish to rest on the porch," she ordered.
The children would want to see that she was unharmed. She hoped that they had not heard her cries. Her efforts had drained her energy. She wanted nothing more than to watch the sunset across the lake, the clouds and water reflecting the lovely rose, lavender, and orange. It would be restful as she awaited the healer's return.
She pushed aside the worrisome thought; she knew his heart. Surely there was no danger, no such risk, it was merely a formality, the ancient ceremony.