Moana felt like a drowned rat as she moved towards the chair. She positioned Itiiti in her lap before pulling her hair over her shoulder in a somewhat neat pile. She cooed softly at the piglet and he began to calm down.

"Thank you." Her voice sounded softer than usual.

Moana looked up as Cougar moved around. "I might have a few bruises but I think my cheek is the only part that's bleeding. It stings."