As soon as she walked back into the clearing, she could feel his eyes on her again and her mind replayed her little flash of a memory. What in the world had she done? Why was he looking at her like that? As possibilities danced in her mind, her cheeks flushed bright pink.
Kagome looked from one face to the next, contemplating who to ask. Inuyasha clearly wasn't going to tell her. He looked like he didn't plan on speaking to her all day. Miroku was out of the question. She didn't need his lecherous remarks.
So, Sango it was.