"I'll be fine." She replied quickly while also heading inside. She knew that it would be silly to remain outside in this weather, more so now that she'd collected the two small critters that were under her charge.

Wet hair matted to her cheek, neck and face. She felt the sting of the rain and hail as it pattered against her skin. Moana knew that she'd have bruises but she didn't know how back it would be. It was only once she was inside that she stopped running, looking a bit like a drown rat.

"Itiiti?" She looked down at the pig who continued to tremble in her arms. The pig didn't like the storm.