Moana kept her expression soft but confident. She didn’t feel confident and there were notes of uncertainty in her expression for people to see but she was stubbornly trying her best to be supportive; the way she’d been taught to be.

"That’s true but I’m getting used to things not making sense." She smiled then, her expression a little bit more relaxed. "And you don’t have to." Moana paused, her fingers curled into fists and lightly bumped against her thigh. "But if you want to I’m here. I only arrived here a few days ago." She wasn’t used to think place at all: the snow, the cold, the clothing. Moana was making up her mind about a lot of things and while she sometimes felt like crying she held it back, feeling the pressure build uncomfortably in her chest.

"I can keep you company or walk you somewhere. I’m staying at the inn." Staying in a house by herself sounded too depressing so she’d opted for the noise of the inn. "We could also stop being strangers." She held out her hand to Riza. "I’m Moana."