Mouth setting firmly, Kagome shakes off her gloom and starts the fire as the rain begins to pour in unforgiving torrents.
It won't give up its ghost anytime soon.
Once the flames settle, she preps the tea, filling the small kettle with bottled water she brought and placing it over the heat. A quick look at the snacks leaves her deciding to wait for him, and she pulls out their novel and spreads a blanket down to sit and wait.
She sets the tea to steep, still waiting as uncertainty and dejection threaten to overcome her.
The tea bleeds pink.
