He shook his head. "I can barely even, what's it called, doggy paddle?" Sometimes, he wondered why his brother hadn't taught him, but Nyckel had been busy with so many things, including teaching Dyme other stuff, like playing guitar.

"I wouldn't mind learning though." Even if he was a little wary of the water for reasons other than drowning after the horrible monstrosities of missions past.

Smiling, he stood up a little straighter. "You got that right. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't tough." He might not be a great fighter or the smartest person, but he was still tough in his own ways.