The presence slowly filled Seraphine's mind.
It was excited, maybe even ecstatic, that she had trusted it enough to step into its water. She did not say anything in response, but she knew she did not have to. As it grows stronger in her mind, it feels her apprehension.
The presence practically cooes to Seraphine like she is a child. That's when she feels a wave of what seems like a sense of masculine protectiveness from it. The water moves slowly against her, trying to take her fears and doubts away with it. She then suddenly became aware of a strong pair of arms around her and a voice breathing her name in her ear. But it all feels too far away.
The river sighs in contentment as Seraphine relaxes in Eric's embrace.
