Sina's spirits rise, then fall again. No flaws. Her skin, her body is flawed by this object's presence, but the shard itself is perfect. She would find this poetic, if she weren't so aggravated. And frightened. It seems like a lifetime that she's been frightened of this thing, and it hasn't even been a year.
Just like that, the demands fizzle out of her. She looks down at the glowing shard, watching Adelaide inspect it and find nothing. "...I don't think there is one," she observes redundantly, wearily.