When they arrived, Emmeline immediately went into her usual mode, checking the place for a break-in or invasion, for anyone who was there that shouldn't be. She didn't have to move to do it, just needed to lift her wand, and scan the place with her eyes. It put a pause in her stride, though - and when she turned to look up at Kingsley, she realized that there were still things she ought to say to him, no matter how difficult they were.
She stepped closer to him, allowing him comfortably within her personal space, and vice versa. Her eyes met his, and she smiled. "I told you that I choose not to think about everything that's happened to me," she said. "There's so much there that I haven't dealt with - I haven't cried, or laughed, or grieved. I just kept going. If I were to let you in completely..." She paused. "I'd be risking breaking that, losing control at a time when I really can't afford it."
That was probably not what he wanted to hear, but she needed to tell him, to explain that any emotional reticence on her part was not his fault. She raised a hand, touched his cheek. "I trust you with my life, and I would defend your life with my own. You are incredibly important to me, Kingsley Shacklebolt. When this is all over, if you want more, I'll let my guard down and let you have it." There was a slightly teasing tone to that last bit, noting that it would not all be good, that she very well might be a complete mess. "I hope you understand that. And if you do - well, there's no need to be lonely while we're trying to get to that point, is there?"
Merlin, that was the most she'd talked about her emotions since she'd woken up from the longest sleep of her life. She had simply been an efficient woman of willpower, powering through everything, sleeping through it when she was too weak to push herself any further. If she was less monotonous and machine-like lately, well, that was likely thanks to the man standing in front of her.