Now, I did say muddy, not befuddle. Give this thief credit where it is due.

[But he flashes her a grin, and when a crystal joins him, he looks at it questioningly.]

All right, little friend. Come with me, then.

[He isn’t entirely sure what it does, but clearly it’ll be helpful. Thomas wanders further into the room, eyes flicking back and forth. There’s much here, all of it radiating with strange energy, and it would be difficult to find the little potted plant in question if he hadn’t already familiarized himself with its signature before breaking in. Thankfully, he did, and it doesn’t take terribly long to locate it, propped up on a shelf adjacent to the most western wall.]

Here it is. Here, here—

[He murmurs, striding over to reach out and pick it up by the pot.]

Such a small thing, no? What a strange piece to add to a collection…