Moana held his gaze, her eyes and heart open for him to see. She had nothing to hide from him and she wanted him to see that. No one was perfect, what mattered now what who he tried to be. Not that Moana was particularly an expert on it but she was stubborn enough to stand her ground.

"I think you were brought here for a reason. We all were." She had no idea what that reason would be. "But it's what we do that make us who we are."

She hoped that he understood. Moana falling dropped his hands, pulling him into a tight warm hug. "I have the net for you. If you still want it." She hoped that he'd still teach her how to sail though she wasn't going to press the matter. She'd find a way, even if she didn't have help.