Carefully, with the delicate touch of someone who has spent the last several years of their life handling relics and artefacts that threaten to crumble into dust at times, she lifts the box.

"You are new here." A statement, but Morrigan's voice often lilts up anyway in a habit she's never quite managed to get rid of no matter how many years it's been since she left Flemeth and the Wilds behind.

Her eyes dart to him again before she continues investigating the box, a smile lighting up her face when she finds it not to be empty at all - what a rarity here, to have something interesting, something that wouldn't be out of place at all in her quarters. Something that won't take up too much space when she inevitably has to move on again when all is said and done with the Inquisition, whenever that may be. "Do you craft all of this yourself? From incense to box?"