It hadn't worked.
Of course it hadn't worked. Talking hadn't worked yet.
But she'd hoped.
Inuyasha just sat there. All day.
Well, she didn't know the color of her face, but her throat definitely felt raw. And it hadn't worked.
Maybe her throat was hurting from holding back her tears.
And just to rip her heart a little more, she'd heard Shippo's tears whenever she'd taken a break. Which just made start talking again because she wasn't sure how long she could listen to the little boy's heartache. Apparently, there was only so much Sango and Kaede could do to console him.
Finally, Inuyasha shifted, but it was only for a halfhearted glance up the road. When she turned to see what had caught his attention, she saw Miroku walking toward them. She hadn't known he wasn't even around. She guessed he must have left while she'd been chasing down Sango, and was only just now returning. At sunset.
But she had hopes that Miroku would be able to help. He had spiritual powers. Surely, out of anyone, he'd be able to see her, hear her - anything.
So, when he paused in front of Inuyasha, she shouted his name. But even he turned away without a glance toward her.
No.
It couldn't be.
Maybe he couldn't hear me 'cause my voice is strained, she thought desperately. Yeah, that's it. I talked so long trying to get Inuyasha's attention that I was too quiet. I'll be able to talk to him tomorrow, when my throat has had a chance to heal.