--Burnt--
"Aiee!!" Kagome dropped the hot dish in an instant, boiling-hot ramen noodles flying every which way. Hissing in pain, she waved the offended hand frantically, trying to ignore the constant throbbing sensation in her finger. From a pace or so away from her, Miroku looked up in concern, worry filling his clear violet eyes.
"Are you all right, Kagome?" Standing quickly, he moved over to the young girl, and grasped her wrist in his strong hand. The miko shook her head quickly, and bit one rosy lip in an attempt to keep the hot tears from spilling out over her cheeks.
Then, with her slim hand still cradled in his, Miroku blew on the wound gently, cooling it off. For once, Kagome was speechless.