Miroku was the only one to notice the survivor of the chaos and ruins as the crew passed the burnt down village. Seeing your unconscious body, he begged the crew to take you. If you were the only survivor of this, it must've been for a reason. And now here he was, caring for someone who had been knocked out for days.

He had faith in you. You must've had a fight in you if you were the one left alive. Or it wasn't your time yet because you served a greater purpose in the world. The almost grave wounds on your body told him so. And he wasn't one to believe in luck when it came to chances like this. It could've been a 90/10 chance. With the ninety being the chance of the person in front of him left dead.

He prayed over your body, wishing for good health and protection. He felt pity on you because he understood what must've been going on in your body. He could imagine himself fighting for the life that he was given and also feeling the grief of losing his loved ones. Because he went through it already.

He turned around, his hands on the sliding door as he was going to leave. His body froze as he heard a subtle noise that would not come from an unconscious person...