Nala followed Simba to the shallow point, but was not comforted by it...it was still too deep to walk across. She took one, hesitant step into the water, before stopping to drink, stalling for time.
But when she finished, and took another slow step, the water now swirling around her knees, her mind conjured images of herself struggling as a very young cub, drowning in the water before Sarafina managed to drag her out, sputtering and coughing up. She had accidentaly fallen into a waterhole when she had run off from Pride Rock, chasing insects, while she was still too young to swim.
She knew she could swim now, but the brush with death had left her hesitant about ever entering the water for any reason other than to drink. If she had to swim, she hated it...terribly. It was one of the major reasons she claimed the waterhole was boring.
After taking a few more steps, she felt the water brush against her belly, the cold touch sending a stab of fear through her. Yelping, she backed off a few steps, closing her eyes and trying to pull herself together. "Come on, Nala," she whispered to herself. "You can swim now, you know it...so what's the problem?"