Behind him, Elizabeth flinched more than Connor had. At this point now, she was going to stop talking to the boy-ghost man. It hadn't really gotten her anywhere except being threatened with possession, which she decidedly was against. She tensed more and more and almost outright protested when he stepped away from her to reinforce the barrier, but it was a heck of a lot better than running the risk of the circle being broken and having her body snatched from her. 

However it seemed that connor had taken control of the situation when he started singing, surpising Elizabeth when the ghost went along with the song. Looking over at him as he asked for a lullabye, her mind went over many examples, being old and all she knew plenty. After a period of arguing with herself, she decided she couldn't waste anymore time out of fear of the ghost acting up again. 

"...A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
 Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay
 It Fills the sails of boats that are waiting
 Waiting to sail your worries away

 It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
 And your boat waits down by the quay
 The winds of night so softly are sighing
 Soon they will fly your troubles to the sea..."