Tidus looks around, attempting to make sure there isn't any other immediate dangers before he hurries over to join Alfredo. Not wanting the little guy to get in trouble, his right hand risen close to his torso, ready to throw out a spell if necessary.

He throws him a look, the howling of the wind a nuisance he doesn't want to strain his voice over. What you got in mind, pal? Need him to move or do anything?