It took Moana a moment to realize that someone was trying to talk to her. She turned her head, her dark wet hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. breathe. Breathing was a good idea and with the gentle words Moana inhaled a deep breath.

"The heart of Ta Fiti. I was supposed to return it but I've lost it. It was with me a moment ago." She was feeling a weird sense of whiplash between leaving the village and returning to it.

"I can't lose it." breathe. "Who are you?"