Moping was always said to be my strong suit; so when we defeated Kagome and I let her return to the family she so cherished, I did a lot of it. When I wasn't acting surly, I was sleeping.
Imagine my surprise when, three years later a familiar scent drifted into my nose. I lifted Sango and Miroku's bratty little twins off of me and set them on the ground before starting to run. There she stood, in as unusual clothing as it ever used to seem, inside the well. I reached down and grasped her hand, pulled her out. She apologized and asked if I had been waiting for her.
There were never any vows exchanged and there were no ceremonies, but we both felt the subtle change, as we stood, hand in hand underneath the great boughs of the Sacred tree.