He's furious, and the unshackled display of it is shocking to her.

"What were you thinking?" he hisses through sharp teeth.

His hand tightens around her arm as he angrily leans closer, and she cries out, prying at his fingers. "That hurts! Stop!"

There is a brief flash of regret on his face, and he quickly lets go.

She gingerly rubs at her arm. "Thank you."

"You could have been killed." His voice is low, spoken through a clenched jaw and too evenly measured to be anything other than bridled fury.

Kagome drops her pack and glares back. "I wasn't."