Connor looks at Issac askance the moment he mentions touching the bodies. The Inquisition had loaned him long, thick, tough gloves for this mission. He had now been human longer than he'd been an android. Regardless, the thought of becoming sick is... extremely uncomfortable to Connor. Frightening, he corrects himself; he's human now, and he's scared of what the lyrium could do to his new body. And so he abruptly leaves as soon as Issac asks for help with moving the corpses, oblivious- or uncaring- of just how transparent his aversion is.

He returns with a large bundle of dead wood gathered from nearby copses, and looks to Issac for direction. "Where should I put this?"