There wasn't much else to occupy herself with and the story seemed interesting, just given the word "legend". It would help Moana keep her mind off the hail and distract her from any other large balls of ice that smacked against the window. "I would."

She didn't know anything about the other woman's world, save that it was an island and warm. One of the few pleasures about being drawn to this place was learning about the different worlds others came from.

"True silence is frightening. When a sound interrupts that nothing, it is almost like music." The Black Cells had been that for her. A pit of nothingness only interrupted by water dripping on the stones when it rained or footsteps interrupting the night.