"No, no, I do know how to swim," Fisher explained. "It's sort of an inside joke. Sorry." He looked at her thoughtfully. "A water elemental? That's really neat. What kind of stuff can you do, aside from drenching people who are talking to your ghost parents?" He remembered well that as he'd spoken with Ita about her folks, she'd somehow managed to dampen his clothing a few times.
As Ita reached out to touch his hair, Fisher froze. Not completely, and not noticeable, but he did just the same. He wasn't the type of person most people wanted to reach out and hug, so he wasn't used to finding a random hand on him for any reason. But there isn't a person alive who doesn't like their heads touched, so as Ita played with his hair (which smelled like fresh green apples, thank you very much) he didn't even try to stop her. "I like it long too," he said conversationally. "A friend of mine used to braid it in my college biology lecture. She did these French braids once that stayed in for a week."