Rakan is not having fun by comparison. The numbing agent works, but his spine is actively lengthening and he can't exactly walk yet. Which is why he's in a custom wheelchair, and distracted enough figuring it out that he doesn't notice the shrinking figure in front of him until the last minute. He dodges too fast, flips his chair, and before you know it, he's ass over teakettle on the ground.

Normally he's way more graceful, and hopefully he will be again soon, but for now? He lets out a startled yelp as his wheelchair dumps him. Not his proudest moment. He blinks a few times from his awkward upside-down position on the ground before using his (admittedly powerful) arms to right himself. Only once his growing undercarriage is on the ground does he realize what exactly is happening before him and give a sheepish (if pointy-toothed) grin.

"Sorry. Need a hand? I'd offer more, but my legs are... kinda out of commission." He wiggles a growing forelimb as if by way of apology. The forelimbs have claws, the hind, his formerly lone pair of legs, seem to be hooved. And he's got wing nubs where his butt was. Not the best look.