The second time Sesshoumaru procured something for the miko, it was a little more blatant, though just as anonymous. He still hadn't figured out if she was open to such an offer—from himself or anyone else.
She had made a point of putting the wolf prince in his place, pointing him in the direction of the slayer instead. This had perturbed Kouga initially, but the miko was most insistent, forcibly shoving him away.
The wolf promised to return, but after a short conversation with the slayer left her a blushing mess, his interest was piqued, and the miko was left to her own devices.
She seemed quite smug about the whole thing.
It also allowed Sesshoumaru time to place a set of furs outside her hut. It was only late spring, but he knew of her dislike for cold weather and wished to provide for her. His brother had offered to keep the piles of firewood stocked for the whole village, but she'd easily dismissed him, claiming there were others who required his help before her.
Selfless to the point of making herself sick.
He knew humans were susceptible to illness and often suffered lasting effects if not treated quickly. What better gift than furs to keep her warm and healthy? This one she would accept.
Yet as she approached her home, a groan left her lips, and she shoved the furs away with her foot. "I told him to give these to Sango," she griped, shaking her head.
Sesshoumaru frowned. She hadn't even checked them before assuming they were from the wolf. If she had, she'd have noticed the quality to be far greater than anything the prince could acquire. Gritting his teeth, he waited until she left before gathering up the furs.
Perhaps he would have to be a little more obvious.