"What's up with Kagome?"

The miko was currently rushing around their campsite, her face tight with determination. She'd already bowled over his brother, aura flaring when he dared to question her motives. He was currently cowering behind the slayer and the monk.

"Is she sick?"

Sapphire met gold across the fire, the flames dancing across her skin as her entire face turned red. Tearing her gaze away, she mumbled something about cleaning dishes in the nearby river before escaping.

The smirk that tugged at his lips was feral.

"No kit. Though I can imagine she may see it that way."