Murphy had to laugh, then. She couldn't help herself. Leave it to Harry to inject humor into any hollow situation, like the filling in a jelly doughnut. It probably saved her from getting all squishy and emotional, too.
"Not me," she said, shaking her head, "I was there when it happened, Harry, but I was just a conduit. But maybe, in a way, He was preparing me for this all along." And, with a statement like that, was it any wonder she'd been granted access to the Sword of Faith? "Besides, it seems to me like the good guys can never have too much help."