Casting nets at the crossroads (tag Philip)

He smiled a bit. "I think I would have liked your mother. Where did you travel with her? Perhaps we have been in the same places."

Phillip nodded a bit in agreement before pausing to think about the places that they had visited. "Well we traveled most of Westeros. But we did visit places such as Braavos, Myr, Tyrosh,and Pentos. Those four cities I remember the most." Phillip answered the male with a light smile.

"I have been there too. Except Braavos, I didn't spend there long. I dislike the cold." He chuckled.

Phillip quirked an eyebrow slightly at this, smiling a bit at his comment about disliking the cold. "The cold's not so bad. Just got to get used to it." he remarked with a light chuckle. "We went there alot due to it being the city that my mom went through her training at."

Kocoum just chuckled. "You are telling a Dornish person to get used to the cold?" He was making fun of it. Sure it was a stark contrast between the two areas of the north and the south. It was a rare person in Dorne who volunteered to move to the north permanently.
"What kind of training was that?"

Phillip shrugged a bit, giving him a light smile. "Yes. I am." he teased the older male with a low chuckle as he then proceeded to swim out of the male's lap to the edge. They had been in the water for too long as is. "With the faceless man in Braavos."

It felt a little cold now that Philip had swam away. But indeed he shared the sentiment on having been soaking up in the water for so long. "The faceless men? That is impressive. I could never have myself commit to their ways." He remarked getting out of the tub and going to his clothes.
Squeezing the water off from his long hair. And wiping his body with a towel before starting to force his clothes back on his damp body.