Amelia was happy to hear that she wasn't the only one feeling the way she was. That wasn't to be confused with her being happy either of them were feeling negative emotions, because the pain and the confusion hurt right down to the core. But knowing she wasn't alone was comforting. Plus, she was happy Gideon admitted to his feelings as well. Not because she had some sick fascination with him feeling pain or conflicting emotions, but because she knew he needed to get it all out, to admit it as well, even if he thought he didn't.
As he pulled her close again she fell into his arms easily enough. He was ridiculously comforting at a time like this, and she knew if she sat there for long enough she would fall asleep. But she didn't want to do that either. They both had been so busy lately with everything, or at the very least trying to feign being busy, and their time together had been somewhat sparse. Amelia wasn't interested in wasting this moment.
Nodding a bit about his assessment at the entire ordeal feeling pointless, she sighed heavily. "You got that right," she agreed, running a hand through her messy hair. "If there had been a fight, like with the monsters or the death eaters," she paused at that last bit, shivering a bit at the memory. Though it was a while ago, she still remembered how awful being kidnapped had been and didn't particularly like recalling that part of her village experience, but she ignored it the best she could and continued on. "If it had been something we could fight.. or even see... I don't know, it might have seemed more... more understandable, maybe? But what just happened? To me, it seemed like the village just wanted to murder people in cold blood, and that's even more disturbing than a physical enemy." She finished with a slight shrug before looking up at him and smiling.
"Let's not talk about this anymore though, yeah? It sucks, we hurt, somehow life goes on. It has too. Instead I want to talk about how much I've missed you, and how much I love you, and how you should really take advantage of your tipsy wife at the moment and give her a grade A kiss," she said, the very end of her voice becoming the slightest bit seductive. Could you really blame her? Between a newborn, jobs, and the board, physical contact had been a faraway thought.