Inigo gladly lets himself be tugged over, waiting patiently as Tidus attempts to put down the payment with one hand - no, he still isn't going to let go of it, this hand is his now - and then heading out with him.

He sucks in a deep breath of the fresh air. It feels different now, this place. Like everything somehow got a bit lighter now Inigo isn't wandering around with only constant doom and gloom on his shoulders.

"Sure." He smiles at Tidus. "How are we going to get there though?" MAYBE THE MAJOR PROBLEM WITH THIS PLAN.