Kit joins her in grimly regarding the pile of workshop. At her assessment of the situation, he arches his eyebrows in clear agreement. "Yeah, you do," he says.

He tucks his cigarette back into the corner of his mouth and takes a few careful steps over to the heap, then crouches down next to it to see if there's anything there worth salvaging. He sets a calloused hand on the grindstone itself and searches it for any indications that the broken cradle compromised its integrity. "Sandstone still seems solid," he says after a moment, gives the stone a pat, then pushes himself back up to his feet. "I've got some good lumber that should do the trick. You ever need to move it around? Shouldn't be too hard to build a wheel for the front."