Are you saying you want to find out if it's still the case? I could keep you in suspense until you do.

[ He might be dangerously close to falling flat on his face, ass, or any other body part that'd undoubtedly be uncomfortable, but will that stop Claude from still finding ways to run his mouth and alarm Hilda even as she skates away from him? Absolutely not. File that under enjoying a little bit of living dangerously since she very well could shift the ice around on him as well she points out.

But now he's standing here on his own with hands held out at his sides, still channeling that bit of learning to balance on a wyvern in there somewhere like it'll really help, and there's nothing keeping him upright but sheer willpower. Claude would like to think that counts for something, but it'll count for more as he silently repeats Hilda's advice to himself and then puts it into action.

It's one extremely slow skate as he starts with his right foot to move at a speed roughly equivalent to glaciers and it propels him forward incrementally. The next hurdle is bringing his left foot in the same motion, and while it's certainly wobbly: he's moving forward. ]

Watch out, Hilda. At this incredibly fast rate I'll manage to get to where you are just about the time the sun sets in here.

[ He's still moving slowly but surely with each movement getting a little more confident, though! ]