Moana blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Steve." She didn't know why she mixed up their names like that. Steve had been the man that she had met on the beach. "He had helped me set out for my trip a few months ago. There is a vast beach just over the breach. After the snow's gone, I plan to move over there."

She paused and took a bite of soup. "I can't imagine not living near the ocean." Her voice was a little wistful and soft. Moana has been trapped in this village for over a year and she feels the loss of her home every day that she's away from her people.