Several weeks after the chaos of the Grail war was over, at the von Einzbern estate:
A ripple appeared in the air, over where the main hall used to be, and a body fell through, hitting the ground with an "oof".
Sakura sat up, "well this place is a mess" she said to no one in particular. Though she herself did not look so good. She was dangerously gaunt, she had three marks on her arm that gave off a fiery glow and her hair had turned white. But her eyes looked awake and vivacious. Over all, she appeared like somebody who had recently gotten over a terrible illness.
Just as she got up to her feet, the air rippled again, dropping a badly beat up Saber to the ground. "Oof".
Sakura rushed over and helped him up, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. It's my turn now." As she helped the injured man stand up (over his protests that he didn't need help), being careful of his missing right hand, she glanced at her own left hand. "We'll have to get something a little more permanent now" she said gesturing to the (Projected) ring on her finger. Healing the gash in her side wasn't too hard for a Noble Phantasm of Avalon's caliber, but purging the Crestworms - that had take a lot of time, and it had to be done where Zouken couldn't trigger them to 'self destruct' Sakura.
Maintaining the Reality Marble for that whole time as well as Saber and Avalon, had taken A LOT of prana. Much more than just becoming Saber's Master had provided. So they had had to use the same method as back in the cottage. And, well, she had insisted that Saber 'do the right thing'. She blushed slightly, even though she was thinking about the topic in euphemisms. But she was in control of herself for the first time in a decade, and it had been HER decision. One that she was happy with.
Sakura held tight to EMYA, whether for support or to hold him up or for some other reason was unclear. "Come on - we have to go open that little bistro that we were talking about."