"You miss touch."

Her blush bloomed to crimson, and he almost smiled at her modesty.

Almost.

She dug her toe into the earth. "Yeah, well, I can't help it."

"No," he conceded. "You cannot." He regarded her for a moment, noting how she refused to look him in the eye. "My brother carried you, no?"

She looked at him warily. "Sometimes."

"Hn."

Minutes passed where neither said anything, and Kagome squirmed under his analytical gaze as he seemed to consider her.

And then his hand was in front of her. "As I said, I am not well suited to this."