Moana wasn't that squeamish but she still winced when he touched her cheek. It stung in a very unpleasant way. Itiiti sensed her distress and Moana forced herself to relaxing hoping that it might help the trembling baby pork roll in her lap.

"Thanks." She hadn't ever heard of stitches before and it made her wonder. "Why would you stitch it?" She thought of stitching fabric together and shivered. She didn't want those.