“The Saints will decide what I deserve when my time is come,” she says it without skipping a single beat. This core truth that she holds so dearly. She knows he does not believe, but he doesn’t need to— he respects her own beliefs still, and that’s what matters.

“Only because you refuse to have it,” she rolls her eyes playfully. Still, all the while she is watching him, the way he moves, the stiffness in him and the pain he’s feeling.

She smiles and nods, “Of course,” she lingers for a moment, hesitant to reach for a hand not yet offered to her, before she spins on her toes and leads the way upstairs.