When he said that she hadn't done it, that the blood came off, she slowly turned her head to look at her hands because she didn't quite believe him. She was trying to stop crying, but it seemed as if she couldn't ever stop, with the way she felt. When he dangled the cross, she flinched back from it a little, but he wouldn't let her move far.
Faith trembled when he put the cross into her hand and closed her fist around it, and she held her breath, anticipating the burning, then blinked when it didn't come. She stared at her hand as the crying slowly stopped, then looked up at him. She was calming down a little and she nodded faintly, but it was sure she wasn't completely okay yet.