Éowyn is quiet for a moment. Then she folds the note, tucking it inside her shirt. "Restoration," she repeats quietly, and frowns. She takes a moment, thinking, then looks around the room and starts towards the sink again. "I doubt smashing it would set them back more than a week or so." Reaching over to the drying rack, she picks up a scalpel and carefully folds it into her clothes, hiding it under the fabric. It's a rash move, but it's also remarkably comforting to have a weapon. "We should keep looking. We can put together the pieces later. Look behind the jars, see if you can find anything that's fallen down behind them."

She moves to do just that, moving as quickly as she can.