--Cold--
It was dark- the stars glittered overhead as Miroku tried to get some sleep. If only it wasn't so kami-cursed cold... Next to him, he cold hear Kagome and Sango's deep, even breaths as they slept peacefully. Inuyasha had dug up a blanket somewhere for Kagome. Miroku smiled to himself- that boy was a goner, even if he didn't know it.
In a moment, a small snuffling noise next to him disturbed Miroku from his thoughts. Was that... Sango? The monk turned his head to look at the girl... she was shaking with the cold. Frowning, he was about to reach over a hand when Sango suddenly rolled over, curling against his chest in a search for warmth. Startled, Miroku just smiled, and cuddled even closer- even if he did mean he'd get himself slapped in the morning.