Cinnamon eyes looked at the retreating figure of her friend with warmth. While everyone else was asleep, InuYasha was taking the opportunity to go speak with Kikyo- with her blessing of course. Kagome wasn't foolish- while their past was tragic, Kikyo and InuYasha's love for each other was true, despite the uncertainties that had clouded their hearts before. Checking to make certain her barrier was holding steady, Kagome huffed softly.

That seemed to be what everyone fixated on- everything that had been flawed about their relationship. It really wasn't fair to either of them, as they both had reasons to be mistrustful. Precedent had taught them both that happiness was not to be theirs individually, and the hope of a future together had been a terrifying thought, because it was unknown. 'Sure,' Kagome thought to herself. 'They were both probably waiting for the fall, expecting it... so when it happened...'

Biting her lip, the miko looked to where she knew her friends to be sleeping, a sad smile playing on her lips at how Miroku and Sango always slept facing each other. She knew that they were all far too accustomed to betrayal and loss. It was an unavoidable truth, and one that she knew had been easier to accept for the star-crossed lover's than trust. At least now, after so long, they might have another chance.

With that thought in mind, Kagome stretched and leaned back against the tree behind her. Rolling her shoulders, her eyes sought out the faint glow of Kikyo's soul stealers. Despite the fact that they had discussed it with her multiple times, Kikyo still refused to travel with the group. The group had spoken with her about it at length, yet Kikyo had politely demurred, stating that for the time being it was more beneficial for her to seek her own path towards Naraku's end.

A yawn pulled Kagome back to the present, and how tired she was feeling. She was about to get up to walk around when the sound of leaves crunching caught her attention. Turning, she saw a swath of red caught by the dim light of the embers.

"I'm back, wench," a gruff voice whispered, belied by a smile of affection. The spoke for a time of how Kikyo was doing, and if she had heard any news of Naraku. The conversation was punctuated often with soft giggles, light teasing and flushed cheeks. By the time the moon had reached its zenith, Kagome's lids felt like woolen weights, but she was glad to spend some time with her friend alone. These moments of light in the darkness were precious to the hanyou and human girl, and while neither wanted them to end, the call of sleep was also unavoidable. Covering a yawn, she winked at InuYasha and crawled into her sleeping bag as the hanyou took his position in the trees above the group.