It was, without warning, that Cross returned to Elizabeth, one hand going behind her back, the other slipping under her legs to pick her up gently. Standing back up, the exorcist kept the queen close, mindful that he held her in a way that didn't cause her to lose her embroidery.

"You are drunk, Elizabeth. Not all of what you say is why you intend right now." He's not sure if he wants to stay or go... For now he just wants to make sure he gets her some place safe. Namely her own apartment.