A cup of tea tucked into his hands.

Warm and fragrant, it coaxed the winter chill from his skin, a small comfort as they traveled through the rocky, harsh landscape.

And, for some reason, the miko saw fit to tend him as she did the others.

"There's more if you want," she said, shifting on her feet. "And dinner will be soon."

Sesshoumaru took a sip, scrutinizing her over the rim. Whatever he had done to capture her attention eluded him, but the uncertainty in her scent did not.

Curious.

She went to leave.

"Miko."

Turning, she waited.

"Thank you."