Whatever the Admiral had to do to make this right meant that there was a lot of planning Corvo was not a part of in this reality. People appear seemingly out of nowhere, guards from the shadows and supporters disguised as servants.

Corvo takes three seconds to panic, to falter, to inwardly patch himself together and continue shoving down all of the feelings he had upon seeing Jessamine again. He can't afford to let them impede the work, but he now knows better than to not acknowledge that at all. He lets them live quietly in his chest, a storm that he will allow to burst later, when he's prepared.

Three seconds is all he needs, and then there's work. He sends Jamie to scout with a group of former overseers and find any remaining guards to apprehend. Once the streets are cleared, Corvo watches as the propaganda machine runs with advisors in a council room. Ultimately, it's decided that Jessamine's return to life isn't announced, but Emily's coronation is planned.

Corvo doesn't question that decision.

He stays outside Jessamine's bedroom while he waits on Jamie's return. The sun is nearly up but Corvo won't settle, can't until they can all speak. But that storm in his chest breaks open while he sits and he buries his face in his hands.