Chapter 47
Sesshoumaru woke just before dawn, as he was wont to do. Reflexively stretching his youki, his senses told him all was well, and all had remained as it was since he'd given in to his need for rest; with one notable exception.
Lifting his magenta-adorned eyelids, his dilated pupils pierced through the lifting darkness as he turned his attention to the unexpected warmth suffusing the side of his folded knee. There lay the little miko; pillowed by his moko-moko and effectively warmed by the snuggling inu-pup.
"She was plagued by a nightmare."
He cut a glance to his arboreal advisor.
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