Beleth doesn't like the skulls much either, truth be told. But the Inquisition wants them to be inspected, and she is if nothing else an obedient servant.

Or something like that.

She's circling the area where she can hear the creepy ass noise the skull makes, when she sees a man at the base of the hill. A very well-armed human man. Well, that wasn't foreboding. She freezes, but making a break for it would probably be considered suspicious. So she bobs her head to him, body posture differential. It makes humans feel safer when you act subservient.

"Hello, ser. Are you trying to get to, um." Beleth's eyes dart to the skull. "That thing, too?" She stops, her eyes slowly going to rest on a tree near the man. A way to get to that damn skull, and out of the situation slowly blossoms. "...I think you've got an idea, ser."

The Dalish approaches the tree, and then with the grace of a particularly agile squirrel, scales it. And from there, she leaps nimbly to the ledge the skull is on. Beleth takes time to make a face at it, then pokes her head over the ledge to look at the man. "That should work." She says it with a blithe politeness, as if she thought it would be completely possible for a man in full armor to shimmy up a tree like a monkey.