[Third Person].
"I see you are a little bit wary of the water today," Draven chuckled calmly. "But it's fine. I will go in first."
With that, he moved closer to the pool. And Meredith's shoulders loosened a fraction.
Draven stepped into the water alone, the surface breaking quietly around his legs. "Come," he said, meeting her gaze.
Meredith hesitated for a second, then lowered herself to the edge and slipped her feet into the water. It was cool, but not biting. Her breath remained steady.
Draven stayed close, one hand lightly bracing her elbow as she eased herself down another step.
"That's enough," he said when he felt her tense. "Stay there."
They stood together in the shallow end, the water barely reaching her waist. Draven's unmoving presence was solid at her side.
"Lean back," he instructed gently. "I've got you."
