Elizabeth stands and watches the proceedings amidst a clutch of Daybreak witches, their expressions ranging from stony-faced to outright sour in some cases. She, however, appears to be one of the only Daybreak witches who seems satisfied and respectful of what's happening. She could hardly call Abigail a friend yet, but while they didn't see eye-to-eye on certain things her guidance was what the community would look to her for. That's what Elizabeth is holding onto, at least.

She looks away briefly from the ceremony, and meets eyes with a witch she hasn't seen before. Elizabeth smiles at him, wondering if they had met on that whirlwind boat trip when she was still just a candidate for Maiden, or if he could be new to London.