At least one of them is invigorated by the time they reach the pier.

For his part, Kit looks utterly exhausted--and probably a little disgusting given the amount of engine oil that is probably all over his clothes and skin. In the dim light of morning he takes in his appearance with a grimace, though he has to admit to himself that some engine grease and bug carapaces are a step up from darkspawn blood that could give him the taint if ingested. Whatever commentary he's about to make is cut off, however, by Rutile's observation... and the sight of the stone.

"Ancestors..."

He casts about them quickly for any sign of the Sentry, then steps nearer to the stone to get a better look at it. He shakes his head. "We don't have anything like that where I'm from, either," he says slowly, but he's starting to suspect that this stone is of another world entirely. He lifts up his hand to consider the rash on his fingers and palms. "Not exactly like it, anyway. Lyrium is dangerous to handle even for dwarves, and we're sort of--born immune to it. This is..." He trails off, shaking his head. "I don't know."

(Maybe it is ingrained in him to be drawn to it--dwarves are all of the Stone, aren't they?)