In life, the best way to cope with the stresses you found yourself in was to submerge yourself under water, and cry. In everyone's eyes, crying was for the weak. A human inconvenience that should be shadowed away and never shown in front of others. Which is why these visits to the waters seemed more comforting. At least, the ocean wouldn't tell you to suck it up and move on.

Today was another day you needed to destress. Submerging yourself deep in Fontaine's waters and letting your tears fade into the stream, letting the worries carry on into the ocean. Until, unexpectedly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you out of the water.

"Oh, you're not drowning."

A man's voice said as he looked at you, holding you under your arms above the water. After the initial surprise faded, you quickly realised that the man's voice belonged to Wriothesley, the Duke of the Fortress.

"Sorry, there you go...you okay?"

He asked while putting you down carefully on ground, crouching down to your level in a fatherly worry.