Perhaps her exit from her tomb could have been handled with more….grace.
Kagome sits on the ground staring up at the obnoxiously bright, blue sky overhead, free of all clouds.
Kagome then looks down at the tomb she'd exploded herself out of, looks at the rubble she'd reduced it to, somehow, and decides that she may need to grovel a bit for forgiveness. It had been a very good-looking tomb, after all. Probably.
Kagome can't really tell.
She stands, mindful of the expensive silk she'd been draped in, hiking up her skirts before starting in the direction of the village.