Evey had shrunk into the closet itself, her back pressed painfully hard against the shelves. She was worried for her life, because she wanted to keep living - but the place where she should have been afraid was strangely static-white and blank. Her eyes were big and round, but not from fear - from alertness. When Aidan's face shifted away from the demon to the man she knew he was, Evey stood a little taller and waited until he sat down. His face was in his hands, so he didn't see the expression on hers -- but Evey caught it in the mirror.
She swallowed and stared at her hollow face, and quickly wiped the aching out of her eyes. She was not here to be a kind shoulder; she was here to be the strong one. And that was a role she knew very, very well. Her shoulders straightened. She turned again toward the linen closet. At first glance.... but then, it would be on the highest shelf, wouldn't it?
She started climbing. It didn't take long. She really was far stronger than she'd ever been, and far lighter as well. Her body was perhaps too thin, but it only made it easier to maneuver. The backpack was heavy. Then, it would be; it was filled with the life of someone who should still be breathing. Evey hauled the grisly thing over her shoulder and dropped from the shelf where she'd been standing.
This was the hard part. If she broke open the bags, the scent alone... She eyed the vampire in the room with her. Her lips pressed together tightly, before she finally spoke.