It's lifting. There's worries and concerns, like they'll see someone, someone will see them, and will they be able to pretend anymore? And Tidus wishes they had a better way of disguising each other, but that's a thought he can't do anything about. It's not like he can change their appearances, or make them invisible, or anything.

Plus, being invisible won't get them a hot meal.

He feels led though, for a moment, in that decision that Inigo seems to take himself in this, grasping Tidus's hand and walking out. Questioning for a second what he feels about it, but you know--whatever, right? So Tidus doesn't argue the hands once they walk out into the light, the fabric stall still sat surrounded by its multiple fabrics, the makeshift shelving to display them all.

"You'd think about food if you were out in the cold all day," Tidus finally says, now that they're stopped for a second to figure which direction to go. "I want, like... a stew! And a shower. Look, my clothes are still wet, y'know?"

He holds out his free arm, shows off his cloak, the rest of him. Not so battle-tattered as he'd been on Terra, and a lot better after the final fighting to even be walking around like this.

"All the places to eat around here are bars too." You know, in case Inigo wouldn't know.