Once inside Moana stood dripping on the floor. She couldn’t squeeze the water from her hair with Itiiti trembling in her arms and she felt bad for the pool of water that grew at her feet. Her hair held a lot of water. She looked up at Cougar and flashed him an awkward smile.

"Can I borrow something to dry off?" She’d wait by the door and try not to make a mess.

Moana knew that she’d have a few bruises; she felt the ache of her skin as she shifted her weight from heel to heel. She didn’t want to worry Cougar more so she didn’t mention it and just waited for him to attend to the cut on her cheek. It wasn’t very big but she really wasn’t in a position to argue, her focus was mainly on Itiiti.