Quiet takes over once again, and before long, Inuyasha's even breathing blends with the rain that begins to fall outside.

"He passed out quickly."

From beneath their blanket, Sesshoumaru quietly hums his acknowledgment, eyes drowsing. It's comfortable, the heat they share plenty to keep warm, and the small hand in his helps to set him at ease in this foreign situation.

He doesn't expect it when she lets go. "Miko?"

She doesn't respond, straining to reach her pack.

With a sigh, he snags it for her. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for something."

His brow creases.

"Ah! Here it is."