Kagome sat near the fire, her hands tucked into the pockets of her cardigan.
Despite the warmer days, nights still grew quite chilled, and she was regretting not listening to her mother's suggestion – she should've taken a thicker sweater, or a jacket. Instead, she sat as close to the fire as she dared, battling between her back being too cold, and her shins being uncomfortably hot.
Sighing, she withdrew her hands to rub the goosebumps from her arms when a heavy warmth settled over her shoulders.
Blue eyes widened, and Kagome glanced over at the daiyoukai as he took a seat beside her.
"Sesshomaru?"
Instinctively, she gripped mokomoko, her fingers sinking deeply into soft, white fur.
"It is cold. You keep it tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"I insist, Kagome."
She wanted to do as he suggested – the furs felt luxuriously warm around her chilled body. But...
Inhaling deeply, she gazed at him, trying to read his stoic features.
"But... won't you be cold?"
"I will be fine," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reached for her, adjusting mokomoko. "You, on the other hand, are trembling."
Sighing softly, she leaned against him, her head resting upon his shoulder.
"Thanks, Sesshomaru."
"Anything for you," he said, so softly she could've imagined it. She smiled, just as soft as his words had been, warming further with his care for her.
Their traveling companions had grown accustomed to such moments from the pair, and though each of them had their private opinions on the matter, none objected to it – they'd be fools to.
For, anyone with eyes could see how happy the priestess was, just as they could see how the daiyoukai cherished her, his treasure.