Emmeline appreciated the gesture of support, though as she was saying, she didn't need it. The way she was now, she was functional. She didn't feel amazing or blissfully happy, but that would have been out of place in the world they lived in anyway. She didn't need to be happy right now, she just needed closure. She needed an ending. Not for her, but for everything that had nearly killed her.
She needed a world that wasn't threatening to break her if she lost her grip on her emotions, lost her cool head, even for a moment. Then she could start to deal with her own world, with herself. There were bigger things at stake than mending her heart, and she prioritized those things. It was alright that it couldn't happen yet, she was strong enough to hold herself together until it was alright to break.
His words made her smile. "Well, I don't think you needed another reason to fight," she said, "But if it helps you, I won't complain."
And she kissed him, one hand lifting to curl her fingers into his shirt. This did make her feel better, was a bright spot in the comfortable, but monotonous, equilibrium she'd found between exploding with anger at the world and imploding from everything she held inside.
She trusted Kingsley, cared about him, knew that neither of them would be distracted enough by this to let anything else important pass them by. If someone sprang on them right now, she would turn into a fighting machine on the spot, and she had absolutely no doubt that he would do the same. "Promise me one other thing," she said, breaking the kiss a bit breathlessly. She didn't foresee him disagreeing with this, but she felt it ought to be said. "Don't let any of your feelings for me interfere with our fight, either. You need to keep a cool, logical head, too."