Moana shook her head. "You don’t have to believe me." What he believed didn’t change anything and Moana could easily understand his skepticism. "When I first arrived I had been drowning and it was winter here. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it but I still don’t have any answers." Moana was very aware that she had no idea what she was talking about.

"What I mean is…" Her fingers curled into a fist, lightly bumping against her thigh. It was a nervous habit of hers. "Sometimes it’s okay not to know. I’ll help if I can but we all have to figure it out too and this place…" Her voice trailed off as she looked around the mill.

"It doesn’t always make it easy."