" Elise ignored her complaints and eased her deeper into the water, until it was almost to her chest. It was getting more difficult for her to keep her feet on the smooth rocks, and panic began to swell.
She took in a deep breath of air, frightened that she might go under at any moment.
“Wheest, lass,”Elise told her. “Ye’ll be fine as long as ye do no’panic. Panic is what kills a person.”
“Are ye sure it be not lungs filled with water that does a person in?”Laurin snapped. "

― Suzan Tisdale , Isle of the Blessed