For the nth time that day, Sakura slightly slid the door open, just wide enough to peer outside and take a good look at the forest. They had had the chance to stumble upon an abandoned, humble abode on their way toward one of the larger cities, but she couldn't help but feel like they were sitting ducks.
"You're fidgeting, Little Blossom."
"Sorry, I can't help it," she sighed, sliding the door shut.
Another reason why they had taken refuge inside that abandoned house so early in the night was because, barely a few hours earlier, Doma had sensed the approach of numerous demon slayers, and Sakura's warning still rang loudly in his head. So, for once in his life, the demon had decided to act cautiously.
"You needn't worry, Little Blossom," he assured, easily picking her up so she wouldn't sit by the door any more. "Even if those slayers do find us, they won't be able to lay a single hand on you."
"You're the one I'm worried about," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. ""If that woman slayer is a part of the group chasing us, you'll be forced to kill her, and that will get you in trouble."
"Then I'll kill all of the others and knock her out," he shrugged, unperturbed. "One way or another, however, I sincerely doubt we have to worry about them finding us. They'll use the daylight to regain their strength and strategize and, by the time they get here, we'll be long gone." He sat on the somewhat dusty floor, Sakura falling onto his lap. "So, you can close those pretty little eyes of yours and rest easy, Little Blossom."
"I- I guess you're right," she mumbled, now feeling a little silly for worrying so much.
Humming under his breath, their fingers instinctively intertwined, and he made a little, displeased face at the feeling that washed over him. Her hands were moist and slightly trembling, and he could feel her pulse under her fingers—wild and unrestrained.
"What is this feeling?"
"Uh? Stress. Or maybe more anxiety, at that point."
"I don't like it."
She snorted at that. "Trust me, no one does."