
Cardan adjusted to show his bent leg. One day he hoped it would just go away. That he didn't have to be stuck walking with three paws.
The pain was only for a mere moment, the bubbles came levitating at his side. It worked, it had distracted himself from the nervousness. Confused and curious. His ears went flat but his purple eyes laid upon the bubbles.
The moment the circle moved towards his face, he reached out to snap at it. Popping it righting his mouth. A dazzled look popped on his face.
It tasted.. like water.
It was weird. How could they make bubbles? Why did they taste so normal?
Of course he went and leapt to try and pop more. Whether to just pop them or drink them, we don't know.
Itzel moved her head a bit, every so gently using the curved, blunt side of a talon to maneuver Cradan's foot just a little bit so she could see it better. If he let out any sound of discomfort, she would stop immediately, but it was enough to see.
But the sudden urge to play with the bubbles amused the theropod so much that she breathed out another cloud of them, the bubbles sparkling under the lights of Pisces. If this was what she could provide to him right now, then she would do so.

Was there more wrong with him? Doubts flooded his mind. Yet he refused to say them. Buried them. Cardan had no choice but to live with it. So he might as well try to make the most of what he could do.
The one thing that helped at this moment was to pop the bubbles. Which tasted alright for being floating circles.. The pup would pop them, but he was careful.