They read.
It's different than before and yet the same. There's still rain, still tea. But warmth comes from her comforter instead of a fire, and their light shines from the e-reader on his phone instead of flames.
Mid-chapter, Kagome sighs.
"Miko?"
"Tell me we always do this." Some unnamed emotion stays her voice, and she presses closer. "If nothing else, tell me we never stop this."
She lays her head against him then, and he glances out the window, listening to the pitter-patter of rain.
It's too loud, too heavy.
"Sesshoumaru?"
"Yes," he speaks quietly. "The rain remains ours."