Shadow Milk huffed at Pure Vanilla’s dumb question, his expression twisting into a look of mild offense and disbelief. He scoffed, clearly annoyed that anyone— especially Pure Vanilla— would even suggest something so insulting. “Of course I can walk, ‘Nilly! Honestly, I’m offended you’d think so lowly of me!” He snapped, puffing his chest out slightly in an exaggerated show of pride.

Pure Vanilla gave him a small, knowing look— one that said he wasn’t entirely convinced. Shadow Milk rolled his eyes dramatically, clearly determined to prove himself right. With a theatrical sigh, he slowly lowered himself from his usual float to the ground, landing with a gentle thud.

And then— oh. Oh no. Had walking always been this difficult?

The confident glint in his eyes faltered as he reached for his cane, gripping it tightly. His legs trembled beneath him, muscles clearly not used to bearing weight. He wobbled slightly, knees buckling just enough to make his heart skip. He leaned heavily on the cane, his jaw tightening as he tried to compose himself.

“See?” He muttered, though the bravado in his voice had dimmed, replaced with a quiet strain. “Easy.”