[Glinda looks away uncomfortably before she lifts up the hems of her skirts, where a kitchen knife, the blade heavily wrapped and protected, is stuck to her thigh as if by magnetism.

If they've read her information card, they will note that the one spell she knows is to make objects unable to be removed from a surface.]

...It's here.

B-But I haven't touched it since! I... came here to put it back after I heard.

[Which was horrifically guilty in hindsight.]

It might not even be a knife from this kitchen! The wounds - they might not match.

[They should probably compare.]