Moana's meaning is a bit beyond what Ned can grasp, but he understands that a topic as vast and meaningful as what the ocean means to her - and to her people, as he recalls - is something she will never be able to convey with words. He understands that there are limitations to what she can explain, and it is no fault of her own; if anything, it is a fault for his limited and land-dwelling understanding. So, he simply nods, accepting that it is something he will never truly comprehend.

He believes, however, that he has some inkling - even if he cannot feel it in his bones the way he suspects she can.

"Were you alone each time? Could it have been left by someone who'd gone unseen? Before you could notice, perhaps?" he asks, continuing to turn it over in his hands, trying to ascertain its origins. It's unsettling to think that it had been delivered much in the way their gift boxes are, without a sender and without a courier. "Have you opened it?"