Kagome can barely speak around her dry throat. "Really?"

"Yes."

What's she feeling is hard to define. Relief. Elation. Comfort. Nerves. But Kagome chooses to focus on his words, allowing them to lift her heart.

Still, everything is very new. Butterflies whirl in her stomach, and little, tingling pulses of something electric prick under her skin.

It's pleasant. Exciting.

"You should get more comfortable," she whispers. Her fingers reach out and trace along his clothing, feeling the material that was dampened during their walk.

She doesn't expect it when his catch the thin strap of her pajamas.

"As should you."