He's frowning when she appears at the entrance. "You are soaked."
Kagome grins at him and slides her pack from her back, ignoring the accusatory glare behind brilliant amber irises. "Just damp."
Claw-tipped fingers reach out and pinch the edge of her sleeve. He's always careful not to touch her but not above invading personal space to suit his purposes.
"Hn. More than damp."
With a laugh and wave of her hand, she digs through her bag and pulls out a small kettle and tea. It makes just enough for two. "Sesshoumaru, I'm fine."
The glare remains. "Only until sick."
