Tidus not being injured is something he can feel relief for. Even if the rip in his trousers looks like it had been bad, even if, later, he'll make a wry comment about imitation being the sincerest form of flattery. For now, the relief.

Taiki is bird-light, so sweeping him up into his bunk is the work of moments.

"He cannot abide blood," he explains, keeping his voice low. He assumes Taiki simply didn't think to tell Tidus, although he'll have to have words about that later. Really, it's as much Gyousou's own fault, for forgetting how little the kirin liked to admit weakness. He rests a hand against Taiki's hair, fingertips tracing tangles in the mane, and looks back at Tidus, considering. Wanting to send him away to clean up, but needing more information. "Was he in battle?"