Scrambling out of the warm pallet, Kagome trips over their blanket, catches herself, and runs toward the mouth of the cave just as he comes bursting back through the curtain of water in a whirlwind of concern.
"Miko, what—"
She slams into him.
He's soaked through. Long hair hangs like dead weight down his back, and his bangs are plastered to his forehead. He has no shirt, having not wanted to wake her, and his hakama is secured only by haphazardly wrapped ties, leaving the pants to ride low on his hips.
Kagome doesn't care and holds him close.
