Connor stepped into the devils trap, after the blak smoke that was the demon disappeared, and began to undo the chains on the cuffs, and then the cuffs themselves, slipping them into his pocket, he gently picked Elizabeth up, moving her outside the devils trap, he laid her down, looking up at the priest. "Furthill" 

The priest nodded, appearing shaky, but as he knelt, and shifted Elizabeth's top off her shoulder slightly, his hands were steady, as well as when he began to put the sigal on that would prevent possession from happening again. 

Connor watched over, troubled. The demons last, taunting words got to him, and he chewed over them. Connor had never thought of having kids-what 18 year old would have? And then he was attacked, and it didn't seem right to think about kids or a family. And now he was here, with Elizabeth. And suddenly family seemed so close, something he didn't know he had wanted. And now...he let out a soft sigh, crouching down, taking Elizabeth's free hand in his, "you can sleep now"