Emmeline didn't want him to do any of it for her. That made no sense, honestly, since she was doing it for him. If it weren't for him loving her, she'd have no motivation, no real reason to push this at all. She would have just continued on, letting it happen if it did, but not making an effort.
That was something, at least, having a reason. It was an emotion, something to counteract her fears, though she wasn't sure what emotion it was.
"I miss my job," she said, after a long moment. She wasn't fragile anymore; her voice was strong and sure again, but she hadn't moved from where she rested against him. "I miss it more than anything."