A sudden storm had forced them to search for shelter.

He'd assumed the children would grow restless, but the miko had found some small rocks and they were currently drawing on the cave walls. Sesshoumaru watched fondly as sketches transformed into a mural, the shallow scratches showing moments caught in time.

"I think Rin will be a great artist some day."

"Hnn."

Gazing towards the storm, the miko sighed, running a hand through damp hair. "I guess we're going to be here a while, huh?"

He didn't answer, their close proximity causing her scent to wash over him. Citrus and jasmine teased his senses with every inhale.

Perhaps being stuck inside wasn't such a good idea.