Of course it was hard at first. It took time for her to understand that the well was broken, that she was miko, yes, but also something else, something more.

It took time for her to understand that Inuyasha never loved her, and to move on.

It took longer to realise that she was going to watch her mortal friends wither and fade whilst she remained, forever youthful. Sango, Miroku, even Rin all left her. Or she knew it was not their fault, just as she could not help her own nature.

It took a very long time to notice how strong she was. How even upper level demons could not challenge her any longer. How very easy it was to destroy, or to create. She was miko still, after all, she breathed life.

It took almost an eternity for her to stop hurting, pining for her family.

But that is the way of the immortals, if she had nothing else, she had an abundance of time.

She did not stay with Sesshomaru always, but she always returned to him, and it took less time than she would have thought for them to admit that they were… more than friends.