He knew it was her. And, well, there were a few things out of place just a smidge that weren't their precautions. And in slow steady movements, Kingsley fixed those as well. He settled for casting some wandless magic after a while, to be lighter on his back.
There were plenty of uncertain things in the world, Kingsley still felt guilty about Kevin, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but Kingsley was still able to feel happy. Neither Voldemort nor anyone else had managed to take that away from him. And the simple pleasures that came with living were his. And he wanted that for Emmeline.
But he was prepared for it to be a hard time first. That didn't frighten him off. And he smiled, seeing her, "You look beautiful. And I promise it's not the pain potions talking."