[ .. does anything feel like that? Inigo isn't too sure. He sits there for a moment, silently, thinking, but he can't feel anything feeling like it's burning.. he thinks.. ]

I don't.. think so.. [ But as he frowns, still thinking way too much than his mind can handle right now, Inigo continues. Even if it's still a bit hard to think and talk, he wouldn't want Tidus to feel bad, so he quickly continues-- ] It's fine though, Tidus. You.. You haven't done anything wrong. It's fine.

[ A pause. He's still speaking a bit slowly. ]

I'm fine.

[ Another pause, but this time seemingly to switch gears, a slight whiny edge surrounding his next words. ]

Do I really have to lie down though..? [ Please don't make him, it feels so dumb. He's fine. He could probably stand up right now and be fine! (No, he'd fall right over like a moron if he'd try.) ]