Caden winced when she moved herself up on the couch - he had broken just about every bone in his body over the course of his Quidditch career, and while he wouldn't say that he was used to the pain, he definitely knew how to deal with it better than Estella. He tried not to smirk at her again when she angrily ranted about her foot, and eventually let out a sigh before he stood to his feet. He lifted her legs up off the couch, sitting down before he lowered them down onto his lap. He rested his hand on her knee, looking over to her.
"You're not getting sloppy. You slipped. It happens."
He didn't know the first thing about dancing, but he knew how good Estella was. He also knew what a perfectionist she was, and how much this was killing her.
"You aren't going to be confined to this couch forever."
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