Minutes later, she creeps back into her room.
It's still dark, still storming. The autumn rain sends a chill through her window, and she shivers, clutching the warm thermos of tea closer to her frame.
From the bed, Sesshoumaru rouses. "Miko?"
"Right here," she says softly, balancing the thermos along with cups and snacks.
He sits up on the bed, his back pressed to the headboard as she sets her goods on her nightstand, and sniffs, curious. "What is this?"
Kagome pours the tea before tucking a steaming cup into his hands and crawling into bed next to him. "Tradition."