It wasn't unusual for Sango to wake several times during the night. Having woken up this latest time, Sango immediately assessed her group's positions within the camp. But as she noticed the lack of a certain hanyou and miko, Sango's heart sank. There was only one reason both would be away from camp at this time of night.
Poor Kagome, Sango thought, her heart going out to her friend.
Doing her best not to disturb those who were still sleeping, Sango forced herself not to hesitate as she headed into the woods, following an obvious trail.
As she silently slipped through the trees, Sango began to wonder at the lack of light from Kikyo's shinidamichu.
Just as she had the thought, though, she heard the familiar sigh from Kagome.
Ready to quietly comfort her friend, Sango stepped into the small clearing just beyond her place in the shrubbery.
And promptly turned five shades of red.
Ducking behind the closest tree, Sango was glad neither of them had seen her.
I guess that explains why there aren't any soul-collectors around, she thought, bemused.
Staying just as quiet on her journey back as she had her journey forward, Sango allowed herself a small chuckle once she had made it back to camp.
Miroku, having heard her, opened his eyes from where he leaned against a tree.
"It's nothing," she whispered at his questioning look. "But it's about damn time."