Kagome moves as if in a trance, wondering what the hell happened to the awkwardness from the time he showed up soaked before.
The scent of her soap and shampoo wash over her as she approaches, and a part of her wonders how he's tolerating the smell.
That thought doesn't last long.
He's on the other side of the water curtain now, his form obscured and distorted by the falling liquid. She quickly places the towel on a rock and bolts back to her pack.
"It's there now!"
She hears his body slide through the water but doesn't turn around.
