Moana's smile relaxed as she shook her head. "No you warm up. We'll fish later." She moved next to his side and despite being a bit smaller then him tried to help warm him up. Her side was warm and even through the cloak it should help some.

"We I was very young..." She began in a soft voice, her dark brown eyes watching as the fire flicked and cracked in the hearth. "I used to run off to the water a lot. Being wet or cold never bothered me much. When it was night I'd sometimes be so cold that I couldn't stop shivering." Mostly because she wasn't wearing enough clothes. "It was those nights my mom would hold me and sing to me. I was five or so. She'd call me her little minnow."

Moana laughed at the memory, turning her gaze back towards Thorfinn. "Thinking of things like that warms me up some." That was probably weird but own well, Moana was used to being strange, even for those on her island.

She knew a few people who she's spoken to about her island. It was an odd thing but hearing about it seem to cheer people up. She didn't know how much of it Thorfinn understood but the soften in her voice was unmistakable.