He was still healing from the battle, but Kingsley was ambulatory, no matter what any healer told him, and checking out the Ministry. And, of course, reading the newspaper as he did every morning. And that was how he knew what had happened, besides some of what he had seen in person in the Ministry of Magic. However, his continuing recovery meant everything took a bit longer than it had before, than usual. And he was going to get back to full strength, Kingsley was determined. And he was following most of his healer's orders.
Still, injured or no, he was even more cautious than ever when coming home. It was quite likely that people now saw where he stood, even though he had avoided any public inclusion anywhere and had sought aid not at St. Mungo's, to make it less well known that he had been in the battle at all. His injuries made that difficult, sure, but Kingsley was good at walking tall even when injured. But everything was in place - or rather, out of place as it should be - and he made the usual amount of noise.
"Emmeline," Kingsley called out, happy again with the fact the two of them were home.