"Ne Inuyasha," she said softly as she threw more sticks into the flames. "How long do you think the others will be gone? Its been a while.." she added. Sango had recently gone back to her home village, Miroku joining her and Shippo was off doing his fox training. She missed them when they were away...but actually as much as she loved and missed them she was more wanting to know so she'd know how long she had alone time with her companion.
Don’t mistake him, of course he’s concerned for the well-being of their friends, despite it being hidden from his visage, but the hanyou is confident nothing terrible has happened to any of them—his gut would tell him otherwise. Sitting up from his reclined position, the hanyou crosses his legs and slips his hands into the gaping sleeves of his haori. He’s left little space between himself and the priestess, comforted by the warmth and familiar scent emanating from her body.
And as usual, he desires to know what’s reeling in her ever active mind, peeking in her direction from the corner of his saffron hues.
“What? Ya’ gettin’ bored with me or somethin’?” He would have difficulty admitting this to her ear, but Inuyasha is enjoying their time alone. Nothing is tense, they’re not arguing and she’s safe, he couldn’t be more pleased.