The next morning the weather was fine enough for the group to continue. Inuyasha's wound was completely healed and Miroku was strong enough to carry on the journey.
"I hate this cold weather!" complained Shippou from the inside of Miroku's robes, his being nothing more than a bulge under the purple fabric, his voice muffled. The others looked at each other and then set their eyes back to the snowy path. Sango and Kagome giggled lightly.
"I dunno Shippou. I think this cold has brought many people, all over the world, closer together," said Miroku, keeping his eyes to the front.
"What are you talking about, Miroku?" asked Shippou grumpily. The monk just shook his head and smiled as he squeezed the slayers hand, saying nothing more.
Just the last tiny little bit to Cold Confessions. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, you guys are great!!!