“It’s alright, I’m right here.”

Monsieur Neuvillette, someone whom you trusted more than anyone in all of Fontaine, knew of your greatest fear: swimming.

It sounded ridiculous but you had an underlying trauma that made you fear water; especially the ocean. But Neuvillette knew and he understood, and any chance the both of you got a break from your duties, you both stood in the same spot, his eyes warm and smile kind and patient.

With your clothes discarded on a rock nearby, Neuvillette stood shin-deep in the ocean, which lapped on Fontaine’s shores.

“I’m right here, Mon amour. I will not let harm happen to you, understand? You can trust me.”