Considering how much they stop the breeze from reaching his... skin, he probably just needs a minute.

"No they're fine, I think. It's just... weird." Spyro steps out from the circle, unsure on two feet and no wings or tail as a counterbalance, but then picks up the rhythm surprisingly fast for someone that was once a quadrupedal-looking creature.

How close they are in age is also more obvious. "Not having my fire breath at all anymore is like... being without your own little sun sitting in your chest."