Oh, sure, ask her that like she knows.

"Maybe??"

Given that she is clearly insane, they propose grabbing her, tying her up, and removing her from a wood that they are in fact prepared to explain is haunted. Which part of that does she object to first?

The grabbing her and tying her up! She's perfectly willing to leave with them on her own! She was looking for humans anyway!

Then they are grudgingly willing to metaphorically drag her off, as long as she doesn't make any sudden moves.

"That's Inuyasha's woods, it is! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking anything! I was dragged in there by a monster!"

Technically she was definitely thinking some things before she got to the point of trying to wake up the boy who's stuck to the tree, but she's going to try to elide that part of this story.

They're somewhat disturbed by that part. 

"Another demon in Inuyasha's wood?" one murmurs. "The priestess will have to know."

Pause.

(There is now some consideration of the fact that she is wearing whites, which are impossible to keep white, and strong vibrant colors that you need to buy expensive dye for, suggesting that she may be Super Rich And Therefore Powerful, something they were slightly too busy to consider when it looked like she was going to wake up the terrifying monster dog.)

"Where did you see it? Where did it go?"

"What did it look like?" someone more sensible adds.

"It's at the bottom of the well." Oh no, is she going to have to explain that part, the story of how it got to be at the bottom of the well contains some elements that kind of seem like they might be unbelievable even if you're from a fantasy world, and she doesn't know whether she wants to tell anyone about the light yet. Maybe she can just hope that they get fixated on some other part of the story until she's slightly more sure of her position, here. "It was a giant centipede, with the upper body of a woman with six arms and big fangs."

They don't seem to recognize this description but see nothing unusual about it.

(They're approaching the village, by this point. It looks like everyone had to make those houses by themselves, by hand, with no tools; they're all one-story, wood, and surrounded by farms.)

Well, that's about what you'd expect from an outlying village in a fantasy world, right? Of course, there's no particular reason that a fantasy world should look the way she expects it to, maybe it not being weird enough should count as evidence that she's making this all up...

She's going to keep quiet and see what they do, if they're not going to press her for details.

They are going to metaphorically drag her (with the implicit threat, at all times, of physically dragging her) before a Very Old Woman, with one eye, dressed as a priestess, while simultaneously explaining everything out of order. She looks old, and grumpy, and like way too much has already happened today for her comfort.

"Who are you?" she snaps at Kagome.

What a good question that she doesn't really have an answer to.

"I'm Kagome Higurashi," she says, as apologetically as she can, since that's really no answer at all. "I was dragged into the woods by a centipede monster, and when I got away I didn't know where to go."

There's something about her - 

- It seems oddly familiar - 

- Not even overtly, but - the shape of her face, her motions - Kaede peers closer - 

(It is reasonably obvious that she looks like she's seen a ghost.)

- like someone who died -

Shapeshifter.

Shit.

Well, she presumably already knows she looks like Kikyo, so there's no point in telling her...

"She was next to Inuyasha!"

... That's bad.

"And what were you doing there, eh?"

"I was lost! I don't know anything about him, he was just the first thing I ran into after I got away."

"Those woods are dangerous," she says. 

... But is willing to relax slightly because Kagome is being so apologetic.

"Well, we can host you," she says grudgingly. "Where are you from?" With her odd clothes, it can't be any of the neighboring villages...

"I'm... not sure how to get there from here. I'm from a city called Tokyo. In Japan," she adds, as if that'll help. It is kind of weird that the people here speak Japanese at all, isn't it. It's sometimes like that in stories, but really you'd expect that if you were in a different world with very little contact with your own, then everyone in it would speak some other language...

"This is Japan," she says. "Never heard of Tokyo." 'Eastern Capital?' Sounds dramatic. Kaede tries to avoid drama, albeit often unsuccessfully.

Wait, what? If this is Japan - actually Japan, and not a part of a fantasy world that happens to be contiguous with Japan, and has the same tree species and an older version of the same language, then - where did normal Japan go. What happened to it. What is this place. Why is there a copy of Japan where everything is -

"What... year is it," asks Kagome, quietly.

"Seventeenth year of Tenbun," she says. Frowns. "Eighteenth? Eh." 

This is the past. How many years in the past is that? Five hundred? Four fifty? Somewhere in there?

The past isn't really supposed to have centipede monster people messing with people either. She supposes that it's slightly less surprising than there being centipede monster people in modern-day Tokyo, but you'd really expect people to be clearer on giant centipede monsters having existed if they went around abducting people! And even if they did exist, and did abduct people, you wouldn't expect them to be able to abduct people from the future back to the Sengoku period! That's insane! 

You probably can't just travel back and forth between the past and future. It seems like it would mess a lot of things up, if you could. A lot more than if you could travel back and forth between the normal world and a fantasy world. Meaning that she might be stuck here, with the knowledge that one wrong step could butterfly effect everyone she's ever cared about away from ever existing.

"Oh."

"What year did you think it was?"

She'll humor this theory, highly implausible even by the standards of someone whose sister fell in love with, and then was murdered by, a demon.

She feels really tired. This isn't really how she would have expected herself to react to falling through a portal to the past - it's probably kind of exciting, on some level, and she'd kind of like to be able to be excited - but now that she's figured it out, if she's figured it out, she mostly feels tired and scared and alone, and kind of unsure which direction to be doubting her own sanity in. She couldn't have imagined the future, right? She can't possibly be creative enough for that.

"Uh. Later than that." The specific year won't mean anything to them. "I guess that doesn't make very much sense."

Not really, no.

"It's a strange world," she'll say grudgingly.

Pause.

"Need anything to eat?"

Well, she did have breakfast... some amount of time ago... but since then she's been attacked by a centipede monster, dragged four and a half centuries into the past, spent a bunch of time tromping through the woods, had an arrow shot at her, and realized that she is quite possibly never going to see anyone she cares about ever again, which is probably enough for anyone to do on just one meal.

She will very sincerely thank them for the food, and have something to eat.