Zevran hasn't at all been making a daily pass at the well in case someone he knows might arrive. That would be foolish. That would be bordering on some manner of sentimental and he knows far too well that it is best to leave such things behind as he finds his footing in the village. It is not at all a slight twist of fear that Taliesen might break the surface and require prompt drowning.

That Rinna might float up all sodden curls and betrayed grimaces.

Or worse yet- Oghren with his foul breath and frustrated snarling.

Well practiced in denial Zevran knows it is for none of these reasons he makes a circuit of the park each day- it is pragmatism. Pulling someone from the fountain, hurrying them to the Inn? How better to earn himself a few favors than to assist the newly arrived? That is his story and he is sticking to it.

Water ripples, breath catches- and he darts forward to offer a hand to the soaked new arrival- ignoring the skin and ears and eyes for a moment. "One moment, we shall have you free in no time at all!"