Moana had always felt a deep connection to the sea. She had played with the ocean as a child and dreamed of a life out on the waves. It was a voice deep inside of her that called her to its endless horizons and seeing it now, after months of being away from it, hurt.

Someone had told her that it might just be a very large lake but Moana didn't care. All Rivers ran into the ocean. That's what she'd always believed. Her fingers curled into the sand while the cold touch of the tide brushed against her hands and knees. The sand cemented around her limbs and then broke apart in clumps when she felt the strength to move. She had promised Ned that she'd keep trying but she didn't feel like she could.

Moana hadn't expected to see someone else out here. The small earthquakes made the pass dangerous thought it wasn't the sort of thing to deter Moana. If she wanted to do something, then she wouldn't let anything stop her, that was before now.

She sat back and quickly wiped the back of her hands across her cheeks. Specs of sand dotted her cheek but Moana didn't mind. She was used to sand and in a strange twisted way it was comfortable. "I walked. Through the breach." She brushed her palms against her island skirts before turning her head to look up at Tim. Her eyes were still puffy but she didn't know him and she didn't want him to worry about her. There were enough people worrying about her, that was why she came out this far in the first place.

"I'm fine." She lied, trying to force a lightness that she didn't feel into her words. Moana was not a good liar.