The boy, no, Tidus's easy banter keeps a smile firmly on Gyousou's face. There's something bright and unassuming about it, like the warmth of the sun, freely given.

"Saku Gyousou," he introduces himself in turn. And then, because every time he doesn't include his rank Taiki looks deeply sad, "King of Tai, a kingdom now far behind us."

He rests one fist in his cupped palm, and bows. Shallow, but still a sign of respect. Tidus has fought well, after all. "To ask after one's comrades is to show great virtue."