[The sound of the paper burning made her grimace, grip growing tighter still on her knife. But-... but it was gone. And when Evangeline spoke, she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding onto.

And all the while, her crayon-scribble-like shadow shifted erratically across the library floor.]

Good. It's really gone?

[Peeking out- slowly approaching- and crouching down to poke at the ashes with the knife.

And a little tension eased out of her shoulders.]

...I think so. It needed to go. Before anyone else found it. I had to make sure I got rid of it, I couldn't leave it here.

[Speaking just a little too quickly. Rambling as she often did when something had unnerved her.]