Mirouku sighed softly, glancing over at the sleeping Kagome, now curled up into herself and clutching at the blanket that he'd wrapped carefully around her, careful not to touch any part of her body.
As Kagome moaned softly yet again, Mirouku slowly stood to his feet, rubbing a hand across his eyes. Obviously, she'd taken more than him last night -- her priestess powers should have been taking effect by now. Unless she didn't know how to fight against foreign toxins in her body.
Cursing softly underneath his breath, Mirouku quickly pushed open the door to the small hut where they had spent the previous night, blinking against the bright glare of the sun, a warning beginning to trickle through his brain as he stared at the villiage around him.
This wasn't the villiage that they had entered into yesterday evening. For once, there were more people, of varying trades. Farmers, and Toolmakers, even a doctor could be seen. More than a villiage, it was almost like one of those cities that Kagome had often mentioned existed in her time.
And there were people dressed in a fashion he had never seen before. The fabric of the clothing, as well, was foreign to him. However, many other people were dressed in a similar fashion to he himself,s o he didn't attract too many odd glances.
Mirouku frowned, reaching back to make sure that nobody could see inside the small hut where Kagome was currently sleeping. However, he never managed it, reaching up instead to grasp at his head as it practically exploded in pain. Stumbling backward, Mirouku crashed back into the hut once again, unconscious before he even hit the ground.