She wasn't sure what his reaction would be. Miroku hadn't stopped making suggestive remarks, each one making her blush harder, ending with another bump on his head from Sango. Inuyasha was just as affected, but he was still processing his best friend and brother being together.
He was better than before, but that was because she'd had yet to complain about Sesshoumaru's affections. Deep down, she knew Inuyasha cared about her happiness, even if he wasn't as vocal about it as he should be. She couldn't fault him for it; he'd been raised to survive, and any connections he'd had as a child had been severed after the death of his mother.
She wished she could change the past for him, but even if the chance was presented to her on a silver platter, she knew she'd refuse. If Inuyasha had been more emotionally available, Sesshoumaru would've had no reason to follow her into the village, no unsatiated curiosity to quell.
She wouldn't change that for the world.