He was surprised to see the face peek out from all the pillows and blankets, a flash of pale skin and red hair before the sound of thunder made her disappear again. He hadn't been expecting her to be this scared when he offered to come over, but he'd do his best to help her.
Stefan came close and picked some of the pillows off of her, tossing them aside so he could see the woman's face again, his eyes gentle, lips soft, skin slightly cool when he touched her shoulder. "It's okay. You're not going to get hurt," the teenager tried, sitting down on the edge of the tub while the storm continued to rage.