Moana blinked. She hadn't been expecting the compliment. "Oh, no. I'm not wise."

Her expression softened as she continued. "It was the things my grandmother taught me. She was very wise. She would tell me legends and stories and no matter what my father said she'd believe them. She knew in her heart what was true, even if she didn't have to see it. She was strong and kind and understood the world in ways that I tried to understand."

She wouldn't be nearly as wise without the influence of her grandmother. Who she missed with all of her heart.