He falls into Tidus' arms and his eye lids flicker as he fights unconscious, tries to stay awake. Tidus' touch is comforting, even if the smell of blood is almost overpowering now, but it is nothing compared to when Lord Gyousou tugs him away.

He curls instinctively, into his kings arms, feeling embarrassed as usual at once again being no more than a burden, at falling before he had even gotten into his room. Worrying Tidus.