"I'm being ridiculous." Kagome's hands cover her face, and she shakes her head. "I'm acting like…we've not even talked about where this is going."

Sesshoumaru frowns and then lets go of her. The color drains from her face, a whisper of hurt coloring her scent, but he ignores it to skewer the rabbits and set them to roast. When he turns back, she's hugging herself, eyes on the ground.

Her yukata, soaked because of him, clings to her form.

"Come with me."

He doesn't wait, and when she catches up, he's under the blanket.

His hakama is on the ground.