Moana looked over at Isabelle with a warm smile. "Of course. I've found that the smallest pieces of home are important here." She curled up on a rock, running her fingers over the surface of the water. "They don't seem to mean much until they're gone, then they mean the world."

She looked up at the other girl with larger dark eyes. "There are a lot of nice people here. I'm not telling you to be friends with everyone but you should try and talk to them too. We're all looking for a way home." And clinging to what pieces of home they can find.

The little piglet began to snort softly from where it had fallen sleep, moving its legs like it's running. Moana's head turned and she smiled at the little thing fondly.