Beth curiously watched him and if it were at all possible for the sun to start shining and birds to start singing, it would've happened for her in that moment. It was one of the most touching things she had seen in a long while, something she knew her daddy would've approved of. She approved of it, and respected it too. And it maybe made her admire him a little, but she didn't let that show beyond a sad smile as she made her way over to him.

Her hand went to his shoulder, fingertips pressing lightly against him, and she held on as she crouched down and spoke a prayer of her own. It had been so long since anyone made her feel close to God, or that God was still listening. He was listening though, she desperately wanted to believe, and she remembered a time when she thought the walkers were people who were going to get better. The praying wasn't always for the walkers, anyway, it was for the people left behind.

As the prayers finished and they both were on their feet, she handed the knife back over for him to take. It was his, after all. She couldn't hang onto it forever. "Here, take it back. You're a good man, I trust you with it." That was when she decided to travel along with him, until she found her people, then he could join up with the rest of them.