St Margaret and St George. Marcus smiles despite himself, just a little, though his heart hurts. He doesn't want to think about Joan dying, he's not going to let her die, but that's a promise he can keep.

"Yeah," he says. "I'll make sure."

He comes back over, shuts the water off. It's lukewarm. He lifts her again to set her in the water, clothes and all, with her hands still shackled behind her back. It's not blessed yet. Just feels a little cool, probably. Seeps into her clothes. "No lasting damage," he reminds her, because it probably won't feel that way, and dips his fingertips in the water beside her. "I exorcise thee, creature of water, in the name of God the Father almighty, in the name of Jesus Christ, his Son, our Lord, and in the power of the Holy Spirit, that you may put to flight all the power of the enemy..."