Their deaths carried on roiling clouds of smoke and stung her nostrils.
He gave her no time. She was suddenly in strong, unforgiving arms, racing through the decaying landscape as Naraku’s swan song of miasma exploded and suffocated everything and everyone in it.
Get her to the well.
It was Inuyasha’s last request. She could see it in his eyes at that moment. He wanted her to live—needed her to live—but he would fail in making sure she did. So, he asked his brother to save her.
Kagome wished that he had not and let the tears fall.