A/N: Thank you for reading. We are probably around halfway through this story now. If you've been following along, I'd love to hear your thoughts! I hope this finds you all safe and well.


Hours drift by, a single lamp fending off the darkness with the yellow warmth of its lone bulb, and his lids begin to grow heavy, drowsiness taking over with the final bits of tea and lull of electronic beats.

The miko isn't faring much better.

Sluggish, Sesshoumaru runs a hand through his hair, stalling in his fatigue for a moment more. But before he can get up, a small, warm body sidles up against him.

"Miko?" His surprise increases as her arm loops over his ribs. "What are you doing?"

She smiles, content, and closes her eyes. "Taking a liberty."