Chapter Sixty Five: Chaldeans

By the time Joana was done teaching Cassio how to swim, it was already noon. She was very exhausted and quickly got out of the stream with Cassio. Teaching him how to swim was akin to teaching a goat how to talk. It was very much impossible. And coupled with his phobic reaction to the stream, it made matters worse. After about twenty times of teaching him how to swim, he still couldn't even come close to the stream without shuddering much less attempting to swim.

"You're the worst swimmer ever!" Joana complained as she walked out of the stream towards a patch of grasses to sit down.

Cassio who had long gotten out of water couldn't help but shrug, "I can't swim."

"More accurately, you're afraid of swimming," Joana rolled her eyes.

"Then you're afraid of cooking," Cassio said with a small doze of sarcasm.

"..."

Joana was speechless and didn't know how to retort.

"We need to go back to the village," Cassio said as he brushed his hair with his hands.

"I was about to say the same," Joana s