Her arms felt like lead but her legs felt like jelly. Clearer memories from the other day came rushing to her.
Demon.
Screaming.
Attack.
Counter.
...Counter?
Kagome knew she got attacked, but she had forgotten how she escaped. My miko powers… She looked at her hands in wonderment.
"Kagome, what's wrong?"
"What happened to that demon at the park?"
"You fried him."
"Oh. I had only meant to put up a barrier. I didn't mean to purify him. Even so, it shouldn't have taxed me as much as it did."
Shippo shifted his weight, trying to find a way to say this without offending her. "Well," he began, "Your powers are rusty." He felt her burning stare and tried to make amends. "You're not normal. Like you're strange, I mean, different now!" He could feel the hole he was digging himself into getting deeper with every word.
"Shippo?"
"Y-yes?"
"While you are not wrong, I suggest you shut your mouth."
"Yes, mom."