Moana returned back to her own personal bubble when she realized that she might be pressing a little too close to Tim. They might have just met but she has always been quick to trust. Her world and views were smaller than most. She grew up on her little island, never knowing what turned outside of her shores. Even after everything that has happened in the village, she's eager to trust anyone and everyone she's met. Moana didn't even consider that one of her fellow prisoners might be related to their captors.

"I have repaired boats before. If you can help me get the pieces, I know I can put one together. My people were once voyagers, it's part of my history and I know we can do it."

The crying girl appeared to be gone. Those tears now replaced by unwavering confidence and hope. It wasn't that Moana thought she had it all figured out, she knew she didn't, but she was reminded that she wasn't alone. She could keep going, with the people she's met at her side. It was better than sitting and doing nothing. Over time, she might get used to loss, but for now she'll carry that pain and heartache with her and she'll continue forward.