"Yoou get used to it." Which even Tidus realises isn't the best response to give to the girl so aghast at a stray magical attack hitting him in the first place. But that was the risk of even being on the pilgrimage--not the threat of friendly fire, but being attacked at all. Bones breaking, flesh being torn. Having it all healed away like the searing pain had never been there in the first place.

"You don't have to," he amends, clarifies, makes sure she knows. Not wanting to make anything sound so dangerous, and even backtracking some. "It didn't hurt that bad! It was just a nick--you know, I just caught the side of a spell. And I always got patched up quick!"

So please don't worry pink-haired little girl.