Kingsley knew he was close, involved in all of this, but he couldn't take those steps for her. He would hold her hand, offer her support, do anything he could. But when it came down to it, Emmeline needed to do it herself. And she would be stronger for it, far stronger than before. In the meantime, he was there. And he'd be there afterward as well.
He held her close, arms around her. His head leaned down to touch hers, and Kingsley wanted to hold her as long as she felt fragile, scared, anything else. And he didn't quite know what to say. He was usually so good at that. "Yes you will," Kingsley replied, his tone certain, as if it were fact. It was going to happen.