Camille swam in the lake as the cool water refreshed her senses.

I swam on my back. "This feels good."

Camille ran a hand through her damp hair. "Yeah, it really does. I use to be afraid of the water. But I have come to enjoy it more than ever," she said, smiling.

I look at her. "Why were you afraid?"

Camille hesitated. "My father tried to drowned me. He didn't accept my birth, so he tried to be rid of me by drowning me. It left me a great fear with water. But Erik helped me overcome that fear," she said slowly.

"I don't blame you for being afraid, but it's good you got over it. The water can be very calming."

Camille smiled warmly. "That's why I thought this place would be best for you to relax. I was worried about you," she said, swimming slowly.

"I don't mean to worry you."

"It would be hard to avoid it," she said, smirking. Camille dipped her head in the water and came back up again. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring you out here and remind you of those terrible voices. The entire purpose was to have you forget about them," she said regretfully.

"That's okay. The voices have quieted down a little now." I smile at her.

Camille swam past him. "Well that is good," she said reassuringly. "I was starting to think it was a lost cause," she joked.

I chuckled. "Not at all. You had a good idea."

Camille felt a shiver down her spine. The water was starting to get too cold. "I think I might get out," she said, trembling.

"Getting cold? I can help warm you up."

Camille smiled. "You aren't cold? The water feels colder than ice," she said, watching him closely.