His hands immediately move to hers when her arms slip around him. He doesn't have to look into her head to know that she's internalizing watching that water drain from the tub only for more to replace it. He wished, more than anything, he could take away any anxiety that it might give her.

"We can do that." He reaches for the soap immediately, adding it to the water and watching it bubble as the tub continued to fill. It smelled floral and sweet without being overpowering. While the smell filled the room, his long fingers trace hers and he massages down to her knuckles and along the backs of her hands.

Once the tub was filled, he turned in her arms to place his hands to her cheeks and kiss the top of her head before returning his attention to the tub and stepping into the water. Once he was comfortable he held out his hand to her again to help her climb in and fit herself between his legs like earlier.