Hannah watched them move out towards the water. She smiled slightly when she heard Olivia's squeaking noise. That usually meant that she was unsure of something. She pushed herself up off the towels and moved over to them, kissing her daughter's head slightly, but god that was different, smelling her daughter combined with smelling Neville and the sea. That smelled really good. "It's okay, poppit." she said, though the little girl reached for her.
She took the little girl and firmly attached the little girl to her hip, "We're going to play in the water, it's okay." she assured her as she moved into the water, holding firmly to the child's bottom so she felt secure. Olivia started to chew on her fist in her nervousness. She wasn't crying, just nervous.