Elise was momentarily stunned. While her mouth moved like an hooked fish’s, her brain fizzed. How could he not know how to swim? Elise’s mother had insisted when she was a child that a girl who couldn’t swim half a mile while fully kitted out simply wasn’t putting in enough effort. It seemed to the troubadour to be one of those basic skills that everyone should have. Then it set in that perhaps not everyone had the same childhood she had. Echo had never spoken at length about his past, but she had the feeling that his youth had been distinctly lacking in the loving, if a little extreme, parenting that the troubadour had received.
“It’s not very deep here.” Elise finally said, offering the rogue her hand. “Why don’t I teach you how to swim?”
Elise hopped down into the water first so that
