Kanna offers an uncertain smile, not sure quite how to take praise for something so minor as this. She does come forward and hold the blaze in her hand over the end of the axle...holding it there until the metal heats red and becomes soft. When Tarsin joins the now-malleable axle and cap, she repeats the process to the other side.
It's more metal than she's seen in a long time, and she can't help but think it'd be better used for blades...but then again, a few knives wouldn't carry all this stuff across the desert. But then AGAIN...why carry all this stuff?
Ugh. It was a never-ending spiral, trying to understand the noisy big folk. Best just to play along, at least until her purpose was accomplished.