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The wind's died down enough that the canoe isn't going anywhere at all unless they feel like paddling, and Moana is so cold she's pretty sure her toes are going to fall off. She can see her breath puffing out into the dark night air, a white cloud that hangs in the still air.
"Do you really need to chatter your teeth so loudly?" Maui asks, as if she's capable of stopping.
"Sorry for being cold," she says with a roll of her eyes, and rubs her hands over her arms to try and stave off the shivering.
"Ugh," he says with what she thinks is pretend disdain, "Mortals are so fragile."
She still sends him a glare for it, ineffective in the dark.
Maui picks up his fishhook off the deck. "The wind's not coming back anytime soon," he says, "You might as well get some sleep."
"I though wayfinders never sleep," she says.
"We're not exactly moving anywhere, are we," he replies. "Now cuddle up and quit whining about the cold."
With a flash of magic he transforms into... Moana would think it's just a human but with hair covering his entire body, except the face is all wrong. There's a snout rather than a flat human nose, and round furry ears up on top of his head, and his hands and feet have long, thick claws on the ends that no human nail could possible emulate. She's never seen anything like it, never even heard any stories about anything like it. "What are you?"
"Uh, demigod," he replies with a casual wave of his hand (paw?). His mouth contorts as he talks, revealing sharp white teeth filling his snout. The effect is rather strange.
"No, I mean what animal are you?" His fur does look pretty warm, she has to admit, dark and fluffy. The fangs and claws are a bit off-putting, though she doesn't at all think he'd use them on her.
"Oh, right," Maui says, glancing down at himself like he needs to double-check. "Bear, but don't you dare call me 'teddy'."
She has no idea what he means by that.
"Now get over here," he says, beckoning her in with one of his paws, "You're just gonna keep complaining and chattering until you're warm, and I'll have you know that bears are very cuddle-able."
"You're the one complaining," she mutters, but moves closer so she's sitting next to him. His fur is soft and fluffy and warm against her chilled skin. Moana lets out a relieved sigh and squishes as close as she can.
He grabs her and moves her so she's sitting in his actual lap, arms wrapped around her entirely. She would complain at the manhandling, except like this only her face is exposed to the cold night air and it feels wonderful. "You're right," she says, "Bears are very good for cuddling."
Maui chuckles and she can feel it vibrating through his chest. "Don't try this with a real one if you ever find one," he advises.
She hums and acknowledgement and wiggles a little until she finds a position that's really comfortable. The fur against her is so soft and warm she never wants to leave; in his lap like this she doesn't even need to touch the damp and chilly deck of the canoe at all. She buries her fingers into the thick fur over his belly and wedges her feet against his legs with another pleased sigh; slowly, she starts feeling her toes again, though her breath still appears in the air.
"I'm gonna fall sleep," she says, and yawns.
"Go for it," he replies.
Moana hums again and nuzzles into his fur, already starting to drift off now that she's so comfortable. She's definitely going to make him do this again if the nights keep being so cold, or maybe she'll just ask him to stay like this forever so she can pet his fluffy fur whenever she wants...