I can stand- dear Sokie, please- [He's going to be righting himself with the help of Sokie and some of his mercifully sturdy furniture. Mindful to not step on the glass or slip in the spilled wine, he gets to his... hooves. It takes him a wobbly moment, like a newborn calf, to be steady again, but there he is.]

It's like standing upon my tiptoes, is all. But constantly. Here, I keep forgetting myself and trying to rest back on my heel, then I collapse. [he's also, like... four inches taller, exactly like he would be if he'd gone around standing on his very tip toes all the time. Or got a tall set of heels. That's basically what's going on, he just doesn't have the heel part to rest on. What trouble..!]