Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

the coolness of the water pricked at his skin, icy and chilled from the winter air. he would wade through nonetheless, standing to be in front of the blonde woman. his eyes were encouraging, a soft smile upon his face conveying a warmth that opposed the temperature of the baths. sink into the water, he murmured. let it surround you.

and he followed his words with action. he breathed the air from his lungs and sunk with a dark grace below the waters surface. for a second, two, three, he sat there. four, five, six, he let the flow, the movement, shuffle around him. pulling at his fur and settling within his bones. the light of the moon shone above, filtered. seven, eight, nine, he rose.

dark fur, thick with water, stuck to his skin, hanging down by his cheeks, his arms, his sides. do as i do ; let it cleanse you, let it work its way into your body, your soul. and should she believe it so, she would rise just as he did, cleansed of previous worries, of doubts, of terrors. he watched her, confident in her ability to change. to grow. to rise.

a soft nod, then. reassuring.