"What?" Kagome asked for the third time on the other side of the campfire.
"Nothing, Kagome-sama," Miroku replied for the third time.
"You keep glancing over here," Kagome pointed out.
"Oh have you been watching me Kagome-sama? I'm truly flattered!" Miroku lifted a brow suggestively.
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Nevermind."
Miroku resumed eating his soup and used his other senses to observe his surroundings. He had sensed it for a while. Weeks, maybe even months. There was a foreign entity following them, more specifically, following Kagome. At first, he was alarmed. It was an obvious dark force but it didn't seem to harm their group. Kagome seemed to be keeping the spirit(?) contained, but it was odd that the girl didn't tell her companions about it. For now, he'd respect Kagome-sama's privacy. The novice miko's power was slowly but surely enveloping the evil pressure. Maybe not to the point of squashing it out but definitely weaving through it. Maybe Kagome was asking for more lessons to take care of this dark spirit on her own. It seemed to be working and Miroku was proud of her.