When Furthill was done with the tattoo, Elizabeth silently slipped her arm the rest of the way out of the sleeve. The ink would need to set, and all that stuff. She didn't catch much of the following conversation. She could only feel the pure joy that pumped itself through her body. She could never go back to her house in England with her family, but she can now be in a church and receive blessings from her Lord. Anytime, anyplace could feel like home as long as she could go to the house of her Lord.

She was in thought when connor started helping her up and she gave as much of her remaining strength she could so as to make it not a one sided ordeal. Once up, she intertwined their fingers and leaned against him both as a form of expressing love and because she doubted she could stand on her own. 

And she fell asleep (more like passed out from sheer exhaustion) about half way through the blessing, but she looked happy and at peace.