Esme quickly turns on her heel, marching out of the room and towards his lab. When she arrives, her feet take accord, as her hands seem to find each ingredient she's searching for. Blinking slowly, she's quick to recognize that he's organized his supplies the same way she kept them in her study back home. Her eyes scan the shelf for a labeled vial of phoenix tears, but she can't seem to find them. Her heart lurches into her throat, beating rapidly against her chest. Trying to steady her breathing, she holds a breath of three and then exhales. If she panics, he will take everything away, and all will be hopeless. She would be damned not to do anything.