Seren was used to not touching the ground much, hell if at all. Really he was used to the smooth yet sturdy silk wrapped around his wrists and arms, sometimes his legs. And, he was even more used to being looked at from below at the stunned audience at how fluid he was in the air or on the ground.

Well, after a particularly good show, he had a rather nasty fall at practice. Slamming down onto the mats, and, his left arm. Resulting in it becoming dislocated, that much wasn't a shock, but what really got to him was being told to see a physical therapist to make sure his arm would hold up in another show.

Er, that it would hold up when eventually went back to performing.

That's, where you came in. You had been a physical therapist for the more dancing types, or more limber people. So, when Seren walked into your office, wearing a shoulder sling and looking less than enthused. You figured you could try and help him, even if he was so damn stiff.

"Gentle! That hurts and I would like to have my damn arm."

Seren hissed as you began to massage his arm, glaring at you before looking away. Deciding to remain silent for his own good.