"All we can do is try," he said goodly with a nod and a wave of his hand. "If you don't, well, you're just a sea sponge." Rohan proceeded to pluck at the hem of his shirt, pulling it from his stomach where it clung as it started into the early stages of drying.
"What are 'weak ankles?'" he asked. "I've heard that a few times but I don't think I understand the concept. Do landies just walk around and fall down because they have weak ankles? That's such a shame! Someone should look into that." With interest, he looked down at her covered ankles and made a 'hm' sound as if trying to sort it out. He hadn't ever had a friend who had weak ankles as far as he could remember.
"At least you taught your children well. That sounds like it was a lot of work but worth it."