Like in Cadash Thaig, Morrigan thinks little of kneeling amidst the muck to search and retrieve. Elven ruins aren't quite so foul and she's more than likely to copy out what they've carved if she can rather than retrieve papers but well, she is nothing if not dedicated. Her hands haven't a single cut upon them though, so that makes her less concerned but she did survive a Blight without becoming ill despite all the battles they saw.

"More likely tis the scroll upon the altar by the Seeker we concern ourselves with," she admits though she lifts them since well, old habits and all that. "There might be Wardens who could make sense of it. Nathaniel, would you prefer to take charge of these?" (Look, she knows Wardens like to keep what secrets they can, she won't begrudge him this.)

But there's something beneath them, something off-white and-- oh. Oh that's a fingerbone unearthed as she rises. Though what left such bones behind she cannot possibly say, not when she stares for a few moments longer. "This would dwarf even Sten's fingers."