Moosu wasn't sure about the boy at first.
The kwami had been alive for thousands of years, had seen thousands of hearts grow and change with the power of the miraculous. But the beginning was always tough.
Master Felix was so young. Younger than the majority of the previous holders. He did not seem to have any relatives. Apart from the girl, Miss Lila, who was certainly akin to family, he was alone. Moosu knew that it must have been difficult for them to secure a place to live, to scrounge up enough scraps to survive. He knew desperation had a tendency to turn kindhearted people into cynics.
Moosu felt stuck. He couldn't approve of stealing, but he couldn't very well demand that Master Felix let himself and Miss Lila starve. He knew they wouldn't go back to the orphanage, and they were too proud to ask for help from adults. All he could do now was continue to encourage Master Felix to hold honest jobs, to remind him that though his lot in life wasn't his fault, he could escape this cycle of pain and greed. That there could still be a brighter future. If the Moose Miraculous could grant such superhuman powers, defy all human logic, then certainly a safe, happy home wasn't out of the question.
"You really think that, huh? That I can get out of this place?" Master Felix chewed on his lip, his gaze rising from the kwami's to the warped shadows on the ceiling. His eyes were laced with confusion. Doubt.
"I do." Moosu nodded, the image of the astonished orphan boy and Master Felix's subtle smile playing out in his mind. "You have more potential than you know."
Master Felix didn't respond, and Moosu wasn't sure if his words had had the desired effect. But as the boy drifted off to sleep, the moose kwami noticed none of his usual tossing and turning. The usual sheen of sweat was absent from his forehead, and his breathing was deep, even. He did not shiver, did not call for his parents in a broken voice.
As Moosu snuggled under the corner of his owner's blanket, all was calm. All was peaceful.