"You needn't be strong all of the time," Robb quietly assured her, and reached a calloused hand up to gently brush away her tear. "You've been so strong, Moana. As strong as nearly anyone I know. Stronger, maybe, because most of them are very grim about it," he added with a smile, and then pressed a kiss to her dark hair, finding it warmed by the sun.

"It's all right to cry or be sad. It can be our secret if that's how you want it, hmm?"