Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this bit of whimsy... especially for the one who's shivering. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
Chapter 32: Faint Praise
The forest was damp and misty in the pre-dawn hours, and a chill seeped into their room, causing Kagome to huddle on her mat, clutching a scanty blanket around her shoulders. The accommodations were better suited to youkai fortitude than human delicacy. Weighing preferences against necessities, Sesshoumaru stretched out beside the miko; with a gentle pulse of youki, fur spilled from nowhere, and he let it fall around her. Scent would lend credence to claims—his on her, hers on him.
He watched dispassionately as the woman's trembling eased and she dropped into deeper sleep, then murmured, "You will be useful."
Original Posting Date: April 3, 2011
Prompt: N/A
Words: 100