[ When Ethlyn calls out like that, Ange actually does turn her head to pay more attention to what the other has got there. It does kind of look like a journal - or the closest to something like that Ange has seen here in this entire place, so after staring from a distance for a moment, she slowly approaches until she's standing next to Ethlyn.

.. not that she's touching the thing just yet. Especially right after the other said it's brittle. Ange isn't enough of an idiot to just go ahead and grab it and turn it into dust.

Even though that doesn't make its state less of a pain to deal with. ]

I don't suppose you've got any specialised instruments with you for this sort of thing. [ Judging by Ange's very dry and deadpan tone, she knows that of course no one here would have that sort of thing on them.. Especially after they got rushed through the portals by those fairy creatures. ] Maybe there's something in this pile of stuff here that's delicate enough to turn the pages without crumbling them.