"Ah — like in figure skating." He laughs, a light, unconcerned sound. "Even the best can flub a jump's landing." Not to mention how often it happens in competition, especially earlier in the season as people settle into their routines. It's easiest for him to refer back to, but he has to acknowledge that it's not really something he talks about.

Mostly for a lack of reason to discuss his professional career when surviving the world's worst camping trip on planet Wants You Dead.

"I admit, morphing doesn't make much sense to me, but I'm thankful for the ways you've helped us in using it." Is he saying that right? It's a skill, one way or another, and more immediately practical than knowing how to start off and land a quadruple lutz.

He frowns, keeping his attention on Marco as he leans forward. Glancing around to check on the rest of their group (and just in case anything's about to charge into their particular clearing), he settles his attention back on the suffering teenager. He won't pretend that morphing makes any inherent sense to him. Even the word has only gained context because of what Marco's been doing. "Think vomiting might help?"

No way for Victor to say if Marco's digested too much of whatever it was, but still, the body has defense mechanisms that are sometimes better to cave in to than staunchly hold off. Younger years and drinking too much taught him that on a few unwise nights.