Sometimes they slept inside.

The summer months gave them more opportunities to camp outside, as the rain was less frequent, but the humans and children required shelter when the weather turned.

Another flash of lightning had Rin burying her face in the miko's lap.

Sesshoumaru had never been an affectionate creature, so he was thankful his ward had found solace with someone he trusted.

The admission was surprising, but at the same time, not. The woman had proven herself worthy of such a feat on multiple occasions.

He dropped mokomoko around both of them, watching the miko's face shift into a grateful smile in the candlelight.