Shadowheart's grip on your shoulders tightens while her eyebrows furrow. She's trying not to let her nervousness and anxiety show, yet with every lick of the water at her ankles, her body shivers.

"I don't wish to burden you," she murmurs, her green eyes flitting from your face to the lake. She knows that she admitted, herself, that she couldn't swim, but she didn't think that'd inspire you to try to teach her!

"In fact, why don't we go back to camp?"